Spring Break Viii - Birdbrain Training

A big man Stands Roasted pink on the ocean beach Unleashing his gut over his bathing suit Holding a can of Miller Lite Surely a used car salesman in real life Shows off In front of a group of friends Lifts his free hand like the Statute of Liberty To a flock of hungry seagulls That swoop to his pinched fingers He laughs and laughs “Those dumb birds! Look at me training them!" Shouting so loud That all the beach sunbathers look up Aroused But the witty birds catch on quickly Settle back to pecking the sand. Annoyed He bends down and rips open a bag of chips Returns to his gross pose Whistles like a Robin (I don’t know why) And the gulls rise again Snatching one chip after the other Squawking fighting He can’t help himself Amidst the maelstrom of wings But feed them the whole bag. He loves it! But with his friends still cheering him on His wife casually smiles And snaps her own two fingers For him To please please sit down.