Don't deep fry the gulls
First beach hut picnic, sun’s warmth on our skin,
A spread laid out, fresh breezes fill the air.
Salad, couscous, hummus - let’s begin,
Followed by doughnuts, a sweet joy to share.
Crackers, cheese, and vegan ham to taste,
Another doughnut, light as clouds above.
We talk of books, and work, and life laid waste,
While crows come close, as though they too could love.
A child suggests deep-frying gulls for fun,
To stop them stealing chips, but I remind
That they're protected, off they them run -
Their thieving ways are harmless in our mind.
The day stretches, slow with nothing left,
But good food, good friends, and the sea’s soft breath.
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