The seagull flies,
and, having flown,
espies a chip, a pasty, scone;
whereupon, said gull calculates the angles
required for a heist,
and gains a Vegan Moroccan pasty,
very tasty, yet quite spiced.
.
The gull had never heard
of Montezuma’s Revenge –
until now.
And gull pledged to gain his own revenge upon
the silly people whilst the Sun it shone.
.
So, flying high, it chose its victim
aimed, and released, splattering poor Tim
from Sunderland,
who wore his badge of pride
with warmth inside,
and white-splotched coat
that in the Sun it dried,
forming a new pattern for e’er to be,
of his being a target
at Looe-on-Sea.
