Pigeon Poems

[jimmy white]

can anyone finish this poem it was at the fifers pigeon exhibition,,,,,,,,,,,

 

 

  a homing pigeon.

 

 

i have a homing pigeon

a lovely shade of blue

by god its a good  one

thats why i love it like a doo

 

it feeds on wheat and barley

and sometimes likes a pea

ahm fond o ma wee pigeon

and ma pigeons fond o me

 

ma wife got kinda jelous

o the bonny wee blue burd

she took the huff for ages

and hardly said a word

 

then said, ah canny help it

nae matter how i try

ahm no that fond o pigeons

but im fond o pigeon pie

 

its gettin near december

and still yer on the dole

it could,,for chrismas dinner

play a very important role

 

it all boils doon tae this

its either her than me

a lump came tae ma throat

and a tear sprang in ma ee.

 

ah said dont be silly

ma pigeons just a burd

ahll ring its neck for chrismas

thats fine,,she allmost purred.

 

on xmas eve i grabbed the doo

and geed its neck a squeeze

but a lost my resolution

when it began to wheese

 

a said ma poor we burdie

ah canna tak yir life

but one of you has got to go

so it ll have to be the wife

 

 

now ma wife has left me

it seems shes flown the nest

its maybe just a holiday

to gie her tongue a rest

 

is she a roamer or a homer

ahll have tae wait an see

but my life is awfy peacefull

theres just ma burd and me

 

ah sit up in ma doocot

and listen to it coo

and the morei see o people

the more ah love ma doo ;D ;D ;D

 

 

written by rabie burns,s other brother ,,,wid burns ;D ;D ;D

 

found the last few verses, and off course for the english wid, translated is wood ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D