I was having dinner early, when, with sounds of hurly-burly,
In here flew a dirty pigeon, one of those you've seen before.
It flew quickly, first it scared me; just some seconds later stared at
Me with avian dumbness, while it perched upon my record shelves-
Perched behind a Lennon box-set, just upon my record shelves -
Perched, and sat, and nothing else.

Much I loathed this filthy creepy fowl to see in my apartment
Though it tried to fly out promptly- little did it first succeed.
Failing to get out the window, it returned, sat on a chair. D'oh.
Is there anyone was cursed with having birds inside his livingroom -
Pigeons, ravens, sterlings, blackbirds, right inside his livingroom?
Yet the bird did find its way out soon.