Guzzling Gulls Poem by Angela Wybrow

Along the prom, I made my way
One hot and sultry summer’s day.
I was baking; I was boiled to the bone,
So I bought myself an ice-cream cone.

A chocolate flake adorned the strawberry ice;
It was simply delicious – scrumptiously nice.
Then before I knew what was going on,
A seagull swooped down and my cone was gone.

I thought it outrageous; really unfair,
As my cone disappeared up into the air.
I was caught unawares by this daylight raid
Upon the ice-cream for which I had paid.

The welcome ice-cream I’d been enjoying,
And I considered this theft extremely annoying.
Of similar raids, I had indeed heard –
Where chips had been guzzled by these daring birds.

With his feathered friends, he had secretly planned
To snatch tasty snacks right out of folks’ hands.
Savoury or sweet, they didn’t much mind –
They sought any food which they could find.

As I’d strolled along, I had been unaware
Of the plot being hatched way up in the air.
The ice-cream had been a treat intended for me:
Why can’t seagulls stick to eating fish in the sea?