Their out there again,
On the bird table,
Downstairs in the neighbour's garden,
Pecking away innocently,
Trying not to draw attention to themselves.

The neighbours must think i'm stupid,
Or a mug, or some kind of fool,
But I know whats really going on,
I know the score.

Each one of those seeds contains a piece of software,
Upgrades for the pigeons.

The pigeons need to be constantly updated,
If they are to succeed with their dictatorial telepathic plan.

I feel as though I should tell the world,
But who will ever believe me.

Maybe I should phone the Police,
Or even the Ministry Of Defence,

Maybe my psychiatrist will listen,
If he's got any sense.

paranoia lately??

sometimes the craziest notions................



nicely done!

I love this.

to you all.

and...

a little something extra for you all, its called "Dog's Limerick".

Woof woof woof woof woof, woof woof,
Woof woof woof woof woof, woof woof,
Woof woof woof woof woof,
Woof woof woof woof woof,
Woof woof,
Woof woof,
Woof woof.

Another great write dmle

I love your stuff

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Woof woof woof woof, woof woof woof, woof woof (woof woof).



Woof woof woof, woof woof woof woof!

I'm more of a cat person, really

Woof woof!