Seagulls Poem by Phil Ward

I don’t have to tell you what happened next,
I walked into an ambush it wasn’t my fault,
Strolling the prom with a big bag of chips,
That’s when it commenced ‘The Seagull Assault’.

If they are prepared to fight for my snack,
They’ve bitten off more than they think they can chew,
I’m armed and I’ll give them one hell of a whack,
I’ll show them what’s what with the heel of my shoe.

There’s more of them now the word has got round,
I’m out in the open and feeling quite stuck,
It’s one against fifty I’m standing my ground,
Sure that I’m anxious I’m their sitting duck.

Thoughts of the Light brigade come to my mind,
With a change to the outcome I’m making my stand,
Preparing for battle for the sake of mankind,
It’s the gulls and me I wait the command.

Off comes my shoe and I’m ready for action,
What happens next I observe with dismay,
The smell of my feet were the cause of distraction,
The pong was so bad that they all flew away.

Philip L Ward ©