Jennifer Pigeon

A birds eye view of what happens in a normal day

 

Jennifer Pigeon flew through the town

On feathers that were more grayish than brown

Flying right and left and up and down

She spotted a funny yellow clown

 

Landing nearby she watched him at work

Tying balloons with twists and a jerk

Making a dog for the pretty, young clerk

While ten anxious young children did lurk

 

Jennifer Pigeon flew past the square

Spotting some gray and brown pigeons there

Eating stale bread crumbs without a care

From sad old ladies with funny hair

 

Sailing on a warm breeze from the west

She saw a young man taking a test

He looked like he was trying his best

So she went off on another quest

 

Landing atop a statue of bronze

She could see many fields and some ponds

Flying through some green leaves and stiff fronds

She landed near a nice man named Hans

 

He had a car selling hot cross buns

He told funny jokes and sometimes puns

Sometimes to the other park he runs

Selling goods to the daughters and sons

 

Jennifer Pigeon grew tired and bored

So singing a crazy tune she soared

She found a spot on a boat that’s moored

And went to sleep while outside it poured