I wanted to sleep in this morning, but it was too noisy. Lying there with my eyes closed and a pillow over my head I was moved to compose this ditty 
All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures loud and shrill
They fly outside my window,
they perch upon the sill
They mutter, trill and chatter,
they squawk and then they crow
I yell at them and throw things,
but still they will not go
The sparrow and the bullfinch,
the pigeons in the tree
Whatever god has named them,
I hate them equally
- most excellent and just my kind of poetry as it rhymes Pani! 
Nice one, Pani!
Thanks 
I don't think Wordsworth or Yeats would feel threatened by my efforts, but I enjoy doing them