What falls...

I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Grey rather than white,
A seagull flew right through me,
And gave me such a fright.

His bill had punctured me,
And I began to rain,
I bled and bled my cargo,
But still I felt no pain.

The seagull flew right on,
And dropped his cargo too,
A chip eating seaside goer,
All splattered with poo!

So while I wander like a cloud,
And sometimes I feel grey,
At least I have no smelly shroud,
And I'm all-white today!

 

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Harry O'Neill

Mon 30th Jan 2017 19:17

Paul,
Nice little funny, fresh, and odor-free rhymer.


(even the bird-shit`s pure and white) 😃

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alan barlow

Sun 29th Jan 2017 16:19

A quirky piece that brought a smile to my "not very well at the moment face" a nice cadence to it and I do feel like chips now come to think of it, the trip outside to get them not so much. Thanks for sharing

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