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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Penelope Pidgeon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pidgeons were scavengers, hangers on</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They scrapped and crapped</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All over the square</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They were worse than the Tourists</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With the yanky doodle stare</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Penelope got stuck</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With Pidgeon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This was not her name...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But it stuck</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Like mud to a shoe</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And her feet were the giveaway 'clue'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Turned in as she walked</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Grossly deformed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She was laughed at, at school</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And hideously spurned</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Devoid of affection</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She had no recollection of love</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Then one day in the park</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She got a sign from'above'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> At first sight she saw the wings of a dove</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Descending slowly they turned to brownish grey</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She felt a splat on her shoulder</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It wasn't her day! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A pidgeon landed beside her on the street</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Its toes were similar to hers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Curled up with one missing toe</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It's feathers were mankey</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It limped with nowhere to go</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Feeling a 'flash of passion'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For the very first time</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Penelope took it home</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In a box </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For weeks she kept it warm and fed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some days it rested on her pillow in her bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But she knew a day would come</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> When plump and fit it would be gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Alas that day had come</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She felt a pang a silent cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But just before she let it fly</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She clamped a ring around its feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And to make the journey complete</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She place a ring around her own</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hoping one day, it would fly back home</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For Penelope could not forget</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> That fated day when they first met</div><div style="margin:10px 0">    Yvette smith sept 08</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q>
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 They scrapped and crapped

 All over the square

 They were worse than the Tourists

 With the yanky doodle stare

 Penelope got stuck

 With Pidgeon

 This was not her name...

 But it stuck

 Like mud to a ..."></div>
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