Nevermore

Wednesday 30th March Oh well got up this morning to be awoken by the bloody pigeons that sit on my windowsill, right out of the Edgar Allan Poe.. Poem. I swear it's a different pigeon every morning, like they have a coo, against me. It's like they know I was up late last night. Sometimes I cant be bothered with bumping the window with my fist, so I throw a shoe. Hit's the window every time, I'm starting to get a great aim, would of gave the Iraqi journalist Muntadar al Zaidi a run for his money.(the guy that threw a shoe at George W Bush and missed). Bloody amateur, I get so annoyed with these pigeons, thank god my name is not Disney's Handy Manny, as if I had a hammer I would of threw that. In the words of Edgar Allen Poe, I was sitting in my chamber and there was a rappping a constant tapping  above my chamber door (window), quote the pigeon NEVER MORE, Recommended tune for the day, sweet child of mine by guns and roses