Seagull, seagull sitting on a roof,
Seagull, seagull, resting and aloof.
No care in the world, so it would seem,
Silent and still, as if in a dream.
Meanwhile, in the cafe down below,
A full English breakfast is on show.
In fifteen minutes, the meal is done,
Save for some toast and piece of bacon.
The customer pays and walks away
While the seagull contemplates his prey.
Before the server can clear the table first ,
The seagull has swiftly done his worst.
Cutlery and crockery deafeningly clattered,
Adjoining seats and tables ketchup splattered.
Bacon and slice of toast gripped in his beak,
The gull retreats with triumphant shriek.
Soon peace and quiet return to the scene,
An Eggs Royale is ordered, all is serene.
But………….
Seagull, seagull sitting on a roof,
Seagull, seagull, resting and aloof.
Tony Quarrington 