by joetwo

A pigeon stopped the traffic
By standing in the road
A truck braked so violently
That it lost half its load
Such a mess created
The road was blocked all day
Cause those feathered assholes
Refused to fly away
See what else is a pigeon
Except a source of grief
That live right in your face
And thus give no relief
So when driving at a pigeon
Don’t bank or break or swerve
Just go a little faster
Give then what they deserve