yeah so I recently remembered how much of a BAWKS I am at writing Sonnets so i gave it another go... this sonnet took 12 minutes and Spiritprancer requested birds so I just typed it out

Lonel Pigeons

Tweet tweet tweet tweet is what you hear every day,
Nice, the birds are singing its time to play.
coo coo coo went the lonely pigeon,
poor pigeons, all diseas ridden and itchin.

when you think of birds you think of beauty,
if you think, pigeons are like the homeless,
they are outcasts, garbage, that you can see,
begging and starving and labelled as pests.

just walking around wanting to be loved,
but most of the time they end up runover,
but if you feed a pigeon wear a, glove,
because they still are pests, body taken over.

this sonnet is for the lonely pigeons,
poor pigeons, all dieseas ridden and itchin.

I wasn't really trying on this one TBH so if you want you can tell me another topic, I kind of need stuff to do sometimes, not really much to do and I just remembered I like making these so yeah... go ahead and toss stuff I could write about if you want