Pigeons Red Lollipop On Window Sill

Pigeon’s red lollipop on a wet window sill I gave it big licks until I had gobbled my fill Some naysayers warned it might make me ill Did you see it drop from the pigeon’s bill? I did, lied my dishonest cousin Jill. My sister gave her a look that could kill. I picked up a pen with a feathered quill. The pigeon saw me and began to trill. Another lick made that pop taste dill. Family surrounded me, began to mill. It has some sweetness, I told them, still. They all took a lick ‘til they’d had their fill.