Piii Geons IN My FrrrIDge

I walked downstairs this morning to make a cup of tea.

Put slices in the toaster one for you and one for me.

I heated up the kettle, put the bags straight in the cup 

And went to get the milk, to top the water up

But opening the fridge, was a site before my eyes

And I have to say I stepped back in surprisingly surprise

He sat there looking at me with that beady look they have

There’s a pigeon in my fridge ,I must be going mad

He sort of slumped before me he was obviously cold

How he got there god knows ,but pigeons are quite bold.

Maybe he flew in when my back was turned one day

Or smuggled in with groceries like a feathered cast away 

One thing is for certain he’d pecked at all the cheese

Tops gone off the yoghurts the carrots and the peas

How long  he’d been living there know one seems to know 

But his wife and kids were at the back putting on a show

Now the pigeons homeless  evicted just like that 

I would have left them living there , to protect him from the cat

Though his cold and damp apartment had lots of food to rifle

I draw the the line at pigeon shit in the middle of my trifle .