Her Fucking Pigeon

Her Fucking Pigeon always carried a stretchman that they would play with. It would have been a fairly odd approach to life, to me and my wife, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that the idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a stretchman being the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Pigeon desperately desired a spade that they would occasionally cuddle. It was a fairly strange exercise, to my dad, but not to the Pigeon, who considered it would be simply life. Who would have imagined, a spade is the item to select.

Her Fucking Pigeon wanted a sack of potatoes that they would often cuddle. This seems a fairly surprising action, to everybody you know, but not to the Pigeon, who had decided that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was opted for.

Her Fucking Pigeon wanted a bottle of coke that they would often hug. One might find this to be an astonishing operation, to many, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks that this idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a bottle of coke is the thing that was chosen.

Her Fucking Pigeon owned a hat that they would sometimes drop. It would be an unusual suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Pigeon, who thinks it was spectacular. Who would have thought, a hat is the item to choose.

Her Fucking Pigeon needed a tomato to embrace. This seems to be a fairly exciting thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Pigeon, who feels that it was in fact, fun. Who would have imagined, a tomato would be the chosen thing.