As Pierre mixed the rat poison into the rice,
His thin lips formed a hideous grin,
“Those pestiferous pigeons will soon pay the price,”
Laughed he over his toxic concoction.
But uncooked was the rice, when the pigeons chowed down,
So not a one got very far,
And rather than shit, to his horror he found,
Chunks of bird guts bespeckled his car.