A Fucking Pigeon

A Fucking Pigeon desperately wanted a spade that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It might be a fairly original activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Pigeon, who felt it would be simply life. Who would have imagined, a spade being the thing selected.

A Fucking Pigeon searched for a toilet brush that they would often hug. It should be a fairly unusual suggestion, to my grandma, but not to the Pigeon, who thought it was entertaining. Strangely, a toilet brush would be the chosen thing.

A Fucking Pigeon looked for a bottle of coke that they would occasionally eat. It was a fairly unusual undertaking, to me and my wife, but not to the Pigeon, who felt that the idea was the most awesome idea. A bottle of coke being the item selected.

A Fucking Pigeon desired a pint of beer that they liked to put up their bum. It should be a peculiar approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a pint of beer was the thing that was opted for.

A Fucking Pigeon desperately desired a wig that they liked to embrace. It might have been a fairly different activity, to most, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that it was in fact, fun. Honestly, a wig was the item that was selected.

A Fucking Pigeon craved for a chocolate bar that they would embrace. This seems to be a somewhat surprising activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Pigeon, who considered that this idea was exciting. Strangely, a chocolate bar is the thing to opt for.