Poetry

Saturday, 19 April 2025

The Seagulls of Cardiff Bay

 Oh Seagulls, seagulls,

You've gotta love us

Why'd you cry blue murder

And always try and mug us?

All we are are sailors souls

Looking for a harbour

Why don't you go and blow yourselves

We've bigger fish to labour


The Monks in their monastries 

They know our deathly wails

We sing to them in the morning

As they hang out their white sails

But we will never surrender

To the likes of them or you

We are the mighty Seagulls

Come hear our Seagull crew


We Sing " Return to the mainland 

Return me hearty lovers

Follow goose or the graceful plovers

Return I say to Cardiff bay

Return to Bristol Docks

We've been singing, our sea souls winging

Our heads upon the chopping blocks


So we came home to Cardiff bay,

Yes we came home to roost

And to eat kentucky fried chicken legs

Upon a harbour roof

And then we flew to Flat holm island

To brag to all our friends

About how we killed the chickens

And how we were as hard as them


But the only trouble is you see

We couldn't keep our legs

We kept walking around in circles

As if on some wooden pegs

It was Botulism did it

It was Botulism true

And so we kill and peck the eyes out

Of the weakest member in our Crew


Return, I say, return

Oh return my hearty lovers

Following the grey goose or

the graceful plovers

We'll be coming back to Cardiff Bay

We'll return to Bristol docks

Oh come see us when we say

Be afraid of the seagull flocks

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