Pigeons
I had the strangest dream the other night.
Thinking I could help my city's plight.
I wanted to donate something they could use,
So I offered them a deal they couldn't refuse!
I dreamed I inherited an enormous amount of cash,
And rather than fritter it away on useless trash,
I wanted to give pleasure to our dear citizens,
And provide them with numerous and colorful denizens!
Approaching the city council with my idea,
I thought my plan would be a great panacea.
But strangely my proposal fell on deaf ears,
As one by one they relayed to me their fears!
All I proposed to do for my fair village,
Was to donate flocks of pigeons with fair plumage.
A unanimous council gave me a thumbs down,
And I was unceremoniously escorted out of town!
They told me what I could do with my scheme,
And that was the end of my inane dream!
Next time I'll be more selective with my bucks.
Maybe I'll consider donating dozens of ducks!
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