Authors note: My friend now hates me for posting this. That's not true. But we do know that this is horrible. You don't have to read any further. I mean it. This is your last chance. Turn back, or be scarred for life. You were warned.
P.S The red font is my friend, the black font is me. Enjoy, but I doubt that you will. :-)
There was a pigeon who lived in Saint Marks square,
His name was Bobbie,
One day Bobbie decided to leave his life in Saint Marks square,
He really wanted to go to the US, really bad,
So one day he set out for that far distant country,
With pack on his back and a farewell from his family,
He flew for miles and miles across storm swept sea, until finally he reached a large city,
Where he rested for a while, but thought it boring and then moved on,
He decided to move up North for he had heard of a great city there, the capital of the pigeon colonies,
He found the pigeons of the city to be very nice, kind and welcoming,
And he lived among them for many years but then he decided he wanted more,
Bobbie flew south until he came to a pleasant little town,
He stared there for a few days but found it to be very dull after the hustle and bustle of the city,
So he flew farther south until he arrived in a place filled with jack-asses,
He found it very hard to understand the donkeys, for they seemed to love the grass and he did not,
He liked blueberry pie, not grass,
So he moved on again in search of the blueberry capital of the US,
He asked around and found out that the blueberry capital was Philadelphia, but that might not be true,
So he flew in search of that capital but instead came across a large field of blueberries,
He ate to many and died of the opposite of starvation.
She lied, he actually lived there the rest of his days.
Fine. Be that way. But he wasn’t that happy.
Yes he was, he lived very full, literally, days.
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