by Don Two
A statue seeks revenge.
“Pigeons, pigeons, pigeons,” complained the statue in the square;
“The pigeons go all over me, and they don’t seem to care!
It’s bad enough I have to stand here in the sun and rain;
but now I am the pigeon drop of Barcelona, Spain!”
“Ah, pigeons, you may think it funny that you go on me;
you may continue with your coo, but I have plans for thee!
Proceed with your digestive drop, take aim and let it go;
yet vengeance is a statue’s right, I think it apropos.”
“Shall I confine the lot of you to barrier and cage?
Perhaps that would be just the thing to satisfy my rage.
Maybe I’ll place a nylon net and lure you down with seed,
then pigeons caught within the net would sate my basic need.”
“I hold a saber in my hand and my arm is raised high;
so cometh hither, pigeon foe, and see if you still fly!
I am a swordsman of renown, albeit hard and stilled;
yet even in my marble state I’m focused and strong willed.”
“In Barcelona pigeons drop their splats of eggy wine,
but soon enough I’ll get them back--their feathers will be mine!
Don’t underestimate the will of artisan’s fine hand,
because comeuppance for the birds will ring throughout the land.”
“Maybe I’ll wait until, en masse, the pigeons take a drink,
then I could sneak up by the fountain ere the pigeons blink.
O pigeons count your vexing coos, your time is very short;
behold, your judgment is at hand--this is the statue's court!”
“I’ll get the pigeons back for their unseemly pigeon poo,
then I will stand erect and proud, bereft of pigeon coo.
Ah, vengeance, it is mine to take and I will take it quick;
I'll turn the tables earnestly--revenge my bailiwick!”
“Alas, despite ambitious schemes, I cannot move an inch;
I figured reciprocity would be a pigeon cinch.
So when it comes to pigeon drop, if any pigeon dare,
I’ll fight them off the best I can with my cold marble stare.”