James Fraser Poet Rhyme

Seagulls Or Stuka's

The seagulls who soar
Above our heads
How beautiful they are
When their sleeping in bed
 
It's when their on the want
And scrounge for food
It makes you wish
They were made of wood
 
To give them credit
They eat the scraps
Then what do they do
Using their napalm crap
 
Like white Stuka's
In deathly dive
White washing the feeders
To splatter strive
 
Pebble dashed grounds
Of White's and Grey's
The art of the seagulls
Their public display



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Ashe Kristy De La Keur Scoville September 5, 2009 at 9:54 AM Soup mail Highlander...The Southern Belle Kristy De la Keur

Karla Null September 4, 2009 at 10:31 PM They are pesty creatures, I live by a lake and there are many here. They will eat anything and if you feed them, they won't leave you alone, good poem....Karla

Sara Kendrick September 4, 2009 at 2:29 PM Problem close to coast and near large bodies of fresh water here. What is really scary is going over a long bridge over the ocean and a pelican drops one on the driver's side and they can't see. Nicely written food for humorous thought. Sara