This is the ongoing tale
of a seagull called Flap;
not a chip-stealing seagull,
but a nice kind of chap –
here’s the thing…
Flap, only has one wing.
He was born that way,
many years ago,
so a one-wingéd life
is all he does know;
and, ‘Yes!’ I’ll answer,
before you do ask;
Flap ‘can’ fly,
but it’s a bit of a task;
he needs a good run up,
and a following breeze;
there must be a springboard,
to flex out his knees;
and when he is airborne,
by leaving the ground,
he doesn’t fly far,
However, Flap is of being an inhabitant of Looe,
as many fine seagulls are wont to do –
(East is better, but West is best –
that should keep all the Looevians happy,
for they think that their side of the river
is the only side that is truly blessed).
Flap’s home should have been Looe Island;
where, at night, most other gulls went;
but, being unable to fly there,
walking the quayside was how he spent
his time, eating a crumb or a stale bit of crust; which was sufficient,
if rarely sublime;
but, needs must.
He did get to the island once in a while;
(as the crow flies it was less than a mile)
and he could cross the short distance from Hannafore on a very low tide;
or wait for the offer of a ferry-boat ride;
but, then, being stuck on the island
was also a pain;
for once he had got there…
getting back again!
Flap was a bit of a loner;
though he did make friends with a chip-shop owner,
who put a few tid-bits his way once in a while;
which treats Flap loved,
it caused him to smile
at the kindness of strangers,
of those with a soul;
for, not everyone hated seagulls;
but, Flap still felt a hole.
Flap wished for a mate,
a gentle gull to call his own;
not just for a date,
but for a family to raise,
on their island home…
and then in walked Phlip
a gull just like Flap,
what on Earth are the chances
of a thing happening like that?
Phlip was a pretty Polperro gull,
that had travelled to Looe for a change;
the posh people of Polperro
had pitied poor Phlip,
but told her that she looked, ‘much too strange’;
and, so, she had headed east;
east to find a mate;
and the day that she arrived in Looe
her life was to change,
it truly was an auspicious date.
Flap and Phlip
when eyes did meet
they knew they’d met the one;
and Phlip and Flap
did dance on feet
in the shimmering rays of the setting Looe sun.
But, how to get to the island?
Flap had a left wing;
Phlip has a right;
by holding close together,
they took flight.
And now they live upon Looe Island,
where they have made themselves a nest;
and do they have plans for babies?
well, I think you can guess the rest.