I hear him on the roof above,
A noisy, cooing, little dove,
Seeks a mate, that bloody song,
From dawn to dusk he carries on.
Got a plan to stop his singing,
Involves his neck, I will be wringing,
One last chance to kerb his ways,
Let me resume my peaceful days.
Laid my trap, can't see it through,
You won't believe but now there's two!
His song is changed to love and joy,
Now proud of him, go on my boy!!!
Copyright © Rick Still | Year Posted 2020
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