Jampot And Honey
Poem By VICTORIA GEORGE
I used to race pigeons for money
Two nice ones “Jampot” and “Honey”
They couldn’t fly far
So I took them by car
And they’d run home - Okay, it sounds funny!
These running birds started a trend
Amongst pigeon fancier friends
There were now steeple chases
And long marathan races
‘Cross fields, over hills and round bends
The para-pigeon races were there
For pigeons confined to wheel chairs
Those with no legs or feet
We gave wheels and a seat
Well we wanted to make sure it was fair!
There was a big race on - one day
So we took our birds ten miles away
Looked round for some foxes
Then undid the boxes
And the race had started - hooray!
Jampot and Honey were competing
In this prestigious of all bird race meetings
Running at their top speed
For ‘Pigeons In Need’
But their glory in winning was fleeting
As Jam ran to the finishing line
We heard a sickening whine
A souped up wheelchair
Had come from nowhere
And ran over those two birds of mine!
Well that was the end of their glory
The race finished bloody and gory
Now they sit in wheelchairs
Have lifts for the stairs…..
And that was the end of their story!
copyright Victoria George