No Place to Mate

They looked high

They looked low

But there was nowhere they could go

To have a clandestine meeting

It was time to procreate

And he was horny as hell

But there was no place they could do the deed

Till the found a place that fit their need

So he huffed and he puffed

And showed her all that she wanted to see

)It’s not what your thinking

You’re minds quite dirty)

She finally was impressed 

And let him progress

Cause time was the best

But then someone came along

After hearing  all the sound 

which they were making

Again, May I  interject

It’s not the sound you are thinking

So they had to fly away

But they returned 

When the coast was clear

To continue what they had started 

Alas, once again, it was not meant to be

They had abort what they started

And so it went on, for the third and fourth time

Till he finally interjected from being dejected

There’s no place to mate

In this city of late

Especially if you’re a pigeon!!!