An ode to the pigeon

O pigeon chested carrier, you aerodynamic error;
An illiterate terror in air, you know not the physics of flight
O bomb dropping splat crap shit;
...You are the rotten worm infested apple of the glazed royal eye
feeding on free channa,grain and rye;
Of suraj and prem's eye singing kabutathar ja ja
not bye bye Miss Amreeki pie;
Go do your doodoo in Nawabi Lucknow
There are many statues for you now.