Jan Hansen Poet Blank verse

The Odd Bird

An Odd Bird
  
   The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
   the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green
   as an emerald ring on an Irish girl`s finger.
   Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said 
   the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our way 
   to the pampas of Argentine. 
  Landed on a jade green patch of the land
  it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
  from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
 the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
 that loved the sea and diving for fish.
 But a seabird is supposed to like fish. 
Who says, the gull angrily uttered I like cooked
meat with boiled potatoes, anything wrong with that!
we walked to an inn, that is the bird sat on my 
shoulder, had lamb chops with mint sauce, are you not
surprised to see a bird in here, I asked the landlord,
no not at all it often comes in here it is 
the first time I have seen it with a human.

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