Curious Seagull

A curious seagull

Down at the shore

Slowly strutted over

And was hard to ignore

Did he stop to eavesdrop

Or did he have something to say

Was he merely hoping

To share a doughboy that day

It was probably the food

It usually is

The curious seagull

Thought the doughboy was his

But his hopes were dashed

With the last fried bite

Through a cloud of powdered sugar

The seagull took flight

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