Pigeon once a pie not a hog

What is it
You are doing
Just bloody well cooing
Such a loud racket at night
I need my shut eye
And you want to warble
And apparently stay out of sight
Well i know your game
Your excuses are lame
Its resting i need on this day
As for your cooing
And the reason for doing
Its obvious
Only you pay
I got out my catapult
Swung into action
Missed
As the stone flew away
So it shat om my car
Sort of raising the bar
A lousy end to a good day

Written waiting for my best friend
To return and watching a pigeon on windmill Hill in Glastonbury