‘I’m becoming a seagull’

I’m becoming a seagull,

one that sees dogs,

or a dog,

or no dogs at all.

I’m becoming a seagull,

with a yearning for chips,

and an inordinate desire

to follow certain ships.

I’m becoming a pest,

pinching pasties at will,

and pestering people

and all for the thrill.

I’m becoming a seagull

I live by the coast

and in the morning at breakfast

it’s leftovers on toast.

I’m becoming a seagull,

with wings tried and true,

I lift off of the ground

and soar into the blue.

—//—

.

‘ “Pob-bob-bob!” I said’

.

“Pob-bob-Bob!” I said.

“Yes.” the seagull replied, but it should be ‘Pob-bob-bob-bob!’ as they have ‘two’ dogs.

“Pob-bob-bob-bob!” I said,

correcting the error.

“Precisely!” said the seagull, ‘“You’ll probably get it right next time.”

“Pobbbbbb!” I said, which I soon found out, really wasn’t a very nice thing to say at all.

©️graemesandford.com

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