Black smoke obscuring
The sun from my sight
From tall factory chimneys
Their owners aren’t bright
Soot smuts on seagulls
They cough and they choke
As they try to fly
Through the endless black smoke
So please all you owners
You must find an answer
Before all our seagulls
Get chronic lung cancer
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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