My professor wants me to write a poem about pigeons without saying the word “pigeon”

I tried to pet a pigeon at a park in Dallas, 
but it appropriately told me to fuck off,
so I wrote a poem about how pretty it was
and how I wished I could be a pigeon

cause pigeons don’t have to worry
about if their poetry is good enough to be read by other pigeons
since pigeons don’t read poetry.

Pigeons don’t have to worry about anything but
telling poets to fuck off
when they start writing poems about trying to pet pigeons at parks.