Outside The Baker's Shop Poem by Angela Wybrow

Just outside the baker's shop
Is where most pigeons choose to stop.
Upon the ground,
They search around
For something to eat -
A nice, tasty treat.
Every crumb, every flake,
They'll spot and they'll take.
Pastry, they love -
They can't get enough!
Whether it's shortcrust or puff;
Whether it's fresh or it's tough.
Some of them rush, some of them hobble
Towards the food which they will then gobble.
When they spot it, they'll dash:
They'll be there in a flash.
Every morsel they seek,
Whether savoury or sweet.
As long as it is edible,
They consider it incredible.
Whether from a pie or a slice,
They consider it nice.
Crumbs from cookie or cake,
They will happily take.
Crumbs from a roll
Often help fill a hole.
Crumbs from a yum-yum,
They so love in their tum.
They'll squabble and butt
Over crumbs from a doughnut.
They are happy to savour
Many different flavours.
Only at the close of day,
Will they give up and fly away.