203 – Seaside Fury

Poem number 203
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Seaside Fury
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Bold as brass and twice as fat, stealing all my chips
Bastard diving seagulls taking dinner off my lips
Screaming off in triumph through the skies so blue and clear
Contrails made of falling salt too quickly disappear
But I’ll make them pay, I swear it, birds should never be so bold
I will catch them, kill them, cook them – like revenge they’ll be served cold.

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