How I do love them, pigeons,
Boiled, stuffed or barbequed.
Oh, it’s more than that!
It is their attitude
And treating everyone equally.
That I admire.

For us homonoids
Too much regard is paid,
To respect and positions,
Wealth or fame,
Young or old.
But pigeons do not give a shit.

They just do not care,
To whom you dedicate the statues.
It can be to presidents, kings or queens,
Poets, artists or movie stars.
Heroes or heroines.
The pigeons will just shit on them anytime.

Pigeons can sit on their heads,
Their shoulders or arms,
Or even on their noses or laps.
They will leave their droppings,
At anytime or anywhere,
And they do not even care.

You can try to wash it,
Or you can try to shoo them away.
But pigeons are not easily intimidated,
Frightened or even concern.
As they will always come back,
And let you know they are there.

You can always train your pigeons,
But you can never tell them,
Who to honour or to respect.
Pigeons will always do their deed,
And to whosoever they please.
That is why I love them pigeons.