Brian the pigeon broke into our home
And in every room Brian would roam
Now when we have taken Brian out.
We find Brian's presents lying about.
Brian You stinker you dirty fool
Stop Sh**ing about now that's a rule.
You've flown on the curtains
And you hang about.
But Brian the pigeon please get out.
Oh What a lovely sunny day,
But Brain the pigeon has flown away
By little Brian have fun in your life
I hope you don't fly into strife
Oh what a day and the grass is green
But poor Brian the pigeon is now were to be seen
Soon come back little Brian back to the Shipps
And we will feed you bread and sun flower pips.
So soon come Brian so we can taunt you some more
But please Brian don't fly into the door.
These delightful poems by Ali were inspired by this tale.............
One day in '98 a guest was wandering outside the Shipp(t) residence,
his lonely eyes and perked beak
played on the heart strings of Mr Shipp who over generously fed the little pigeon on Sunflower seeds. Unfortunately the little stray pigeon turned out to be a homing pigeon and had blown off course by a rather large thunder storm and now he had been fed was NOT leaving.
Later on in the week the Shipp parentals left their abode to go over sea's and Ali came-a-camping around the Shipp residence. So the story begins….
….We continued to feed the young pigeon that soon came to be known, fondly as
'BRIAN'
remember this as it will do you well in life to. Young Brian now began to show us his true colours. As a devious and cunning pigeon. Quickly outwitting Ali and penetrating the fortress Shipp.
Bex, "Where's Brian?"
Ali,"I threw some peanuts outside he's after them."
Bex,"Then WHAT THE H**L IS HE DOING INSIDE MY HOUSE!!!"
Ali,"THE LITTLE BASTARD (and he was you know) OUT WITTED ME!!!"
For the next hour a manic scene descended with us trying to flush the little pigeon out.
FAILING.
Until Ali was able to capture him in an old tea towel (Which we later used to capture him on a several occasions)
Now Brian had out witted once there was no stopping the fiendish mind of the pigeon.
Wherever we would be Brian would appear. Soon we became masters of the Art of flushing the
'little devil out'.
Unfortunately Brian's sense of direction was not so good many a window and door was left with a dusty pigeon imprint.
Strangely before Becky's parents came home Brian was no where to be seen, we looked every where. The heartfelt sadness was short lived as Brains excrement was soon discovered EVERY WHERE much to the disgust to Mr Shipp.
Note this story has been censored so not to offend and cause liable be sure Brain was treated well (most of the time)
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