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‘As I looked through a window’

I looked out upon the world,

and the world looked back at me;

I saw a seagull flying by

heading for the sea;

I called out ‘Gull, where be you to?”

he looked a while at me

and answered “I be off to Looe,

it’s time now for my tea.”

And I was happy at that.

Gull

Gull.

From wingtip to wingtip,

from beak to tail feathers,

from back to claw;

the gull is complete,

and ready to fly

into the yonder blue sky.

The Seagull Flies

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.

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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.

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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.

The Tale of a Seagull Called Flap. (Revisited)

This is the ongoing tale

of a seagull called Flap;

not a chip-stealing seagull,

but a nice kind of chap –

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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,

just around…

and around…

and around.

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However, Flap is of being an inhabitant of Looe,

as many fine seagulls are wont to do –

East? West?

(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).

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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!

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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,

one-wingéd,

what on Earth are the chances

of a thing happening like that?

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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.

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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.

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But, how to get to the island?

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Flap had a left wing;

Phlip has a right;

by holding close together,

together…

they took flight.

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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.

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Blurry Gull

Blurry Gull

up in your blurry sky,

I watch your progress,

as, blurrily, you fly by.

I saw…

I saw a Gull

on the way to Hull;

I saw a Ghoul

on the journey to Poole:

where I met a Loris

whose name was Doris;

and I heard a Yak

upon the way back.

‘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.

—//—

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‘ “Pob-bob-bob!” I said’

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“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.

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“Pob-bob-bob!” said the gull.

“Pob-bob-Bob!” said the gull.

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

“Pob-bob-bob-bob!” said the gull, correcting its earlier error.

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

“Pobbbbbb!” said the gull, which really wasn’t a very nice thing to say at all.

The Black Sea Gull

From the Black Sea?

Or just a black seagull?

Who knows?

I know that I don’t.

But, mine is to ask the questions

that others have no interest in answering.

It’s what I do.

When Geese Fly

When Geese Fly

He honks his horn “Get out of our way!”

is what the goose, to the seagull did say.

“We’re bigger than you,

we’re coming through,

now please be shifting,

and a ‘good day’ to you.”