A day at the seaside

On By Peter's ponderingIn birds, humour, Personal, Poetry, Silly slices of my mind, water

Seagulls are fine when they’re bobbing

up and down whilst floating on the sea

How come they poop while they’re flying?

And why does it all land on me?

7 thoughts on “A day at the seaside”

  4. Birds used to crap on my ex-husband all the time.

    it was uncanny. It probably happened 20 -30 times that I was aware of (once in a London train station, in fact). Yet I’ve never been crapped upon by a bird (knock on wood).

    Now, that’s a bit of a fond memory for me. But I’m sorry it keeps happening to you.

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