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.
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