Lunch Break In Broadstairs Poem by Angela Wybrow

Lunch Break In Broadstairs

I was stood on watch,
When I heard a rumour,
That a lady was lunching
On a roll, filled with tuna.

Tuna is my favourite,
And, so, swiftly, I went
To take up a position,
At the rear of her bench.

Her tuna sub roll,
She wasn't intending to share,
And, that I was behind her,
She was completely unaware.

She was holding that roll,
With quite some grip,
But, suddenly, WHAM! :
I chose to let rip!

I managed to grab some -
Maybe, about a quarter,
And, very suddenly,
Her sub roll was shorter!

With a blur of wings, .
I hit with precision;
Chances are, she decided that eating
Al fresco, wasn't her best decision!

Lunch Break In Broadstairs
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