Gullduggery

 
No 'erring for the herring gulls
where once fish kept them fed
now wayward fries from KFC's
become their daily bread
 
On sunny days they swoop
to pinch our kid's ice cream
they never miss a wafer crumb
their beaks look awful mean
 
But we've bleached the coral white
and choked the seas with plastic
so in order to survive
the gulls have to get drastic
 
They're planning to escape
from Earth's impending doom
and they're working on a rocket
to colonise the moon
 
It's being built in secret
with beaks and wings and claws
and they wont tell any other birds
until the day they launch
 
Their leader's name is Noah
and he dreams of gull revival
He says he got the notion
from a story in the bible
 
If the God of Gulls is looking down
I pray he'll see them right
to make sure there's no squabbling
upon the maiden flight