Another fun attempt at Duff’s latest challenge.
I was sitting on a bench at the park
Twas’ the hour of dusk not yet dark
I knew it not yet but I was a mark
Ten doves sat high on a fence
Planning an attack on me and my wench
When all at once they crapped on the bench
Bird crap everywhere they even crapped in my hair
The wench on the bench whence removed her velvet glove
And wiped the bird crap off my face
She said on a whim with a big grin
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Sorry to break my rhyme theme, but note the silly dressed guy with a single glove.
Now I’ll be like Michael Jackson
With a single velvet glove
The other crapped by a dove
And a feather floated slowly
Down from above
What a lovely story
Now it turns a bit gory
They pissed me off
They crapped in my eye
So I decided those birds must die
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I pulled out my sawed off shotgun
And raised it high toward the shy
I shot those buggars and watched em’ all die
I scooped them up I took them home
The birdies no longer free to roam
I made a love bird dove pie
And fed it to my cats
Boom
The End
Bo Out
Not touchin’none o’this with a ten-foot pole…never mind the glove. 
Bo, what side of that bed that landed in the yard did you get up on?
Classic Bo Jack stuff here Thanks for playing again dude.
Humor never dies from your tongue, Bo…I love it!
(Stumbled and Dugg)
-Fresh Writing
Bo, you are too funny! 
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