Poem -
COUNTING PIGEONS
Counting pigeons wherever she goes
Is Rosie crazy nobody knows
One,two,three,four Rosie would say
This is how Rosie gets through her day
Wherever the pigeons are Rosie is always there
People would look at her point and stare
For Rosie there is no finer sight
Than counting pigeons on a hot summer night
I saw Rosie in town the other day
Just as the pigeons started to fly away
That is the time when Rosie is sad and blue
Counting crows is the not the same and just won't do
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Comments
Hey KIERAN!!....I really like this write!!.... it's VERY much like an old school 'dark fairytale'..... with the 'crows' adding the perfect touch!!..... great stuff brother poet!!.....ALL STARS!!... well done..... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?☀✴✳??
Hi Tony
Many thanks for your kind words its nice that my work is appreciated across the pond !
Peace and joy
Kieran
Hi Tina
So I was munching my chips at Norwich market when the pigeon counter made herself known to me. I have lived in this city 29 years and I not have the pleasure before...so it's kinda true !
Thanks for your kind words
Peace and joy
Kieran x