Galveston Seagulls - Poem by bobby beddoe
Was nice yesterday, so went down to Stewart Beach,
Sat on McDonald's patio-deck where seagulls screech;
With Frenchfries well supplied,
Those fries I couldn't hide,
Almost had enough Frenchfrys for those gulls each!
Watched God's seagulls dressed in feathers painted white
Catch my launched Frenchfries while in overhead flight,
But one bird missed his fry - clean,
If you know what I mean,
So, he did a fly-over and painted my smartphone white!
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