Bottle Gardens
Some pigeons pooped in the bottle garden
Without as much as “I beg your pardon”
Did loop the loop afore plopping their poop
In the neck of the bottle with one swoop.
It is clear that it does cometh to pass
Bottle gardens become mucky morass
For onto those bottles of flora, alas
Pigeons ejectamenta en mass.
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