A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Hove

A funny thing happened on the way to Hove,
or was it just the way that I drove?
A dove was following me down the road,
or perhaps an illusion.  I shall never know.

A funny thing happened when I got to Hove
on market day when I sold my stove,
but I wrote it not down,
so forgot.  I frown...

Still, I swear the dove was on my tail
when I drove back from selling my stove.
Its feathers, well, one,
is in my alcove.

See it there, grey, in my alcove,
the proof of the dove on the way from Hove...
Now for my dinner...
                                   Oh, I haven't a stove!

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