Steve (Skinner's) poem of the week is...'I wish I was a Seagull'! You can read the poem by clicking on this link...
...and now it's time for Skinner & T'witch's regular feature...(Steve) Skinner's Poem of the Week...
I wish I was a seagull
I wish I was a seagull, gliding round about,
but isn’t it confusing, when the tide is going out?
Then, since the silent moon drags the waters twice a day,
maybe I’d accept it, in a sort of sea bird way?
Wish I was a snail, carrying my home;
travelling so slowly, everywhere I roam.
Lots of rocks to hide in, and moss for me to munch,
as long as you don’t step on me and make a nasty crunch.
Wish I was a cow, with lots of grass to chew.
Really is quite handy, 'cos for stomachs, I’ve got two.
Trouble is, with hooves, I often have to moan,
it really is a challenge to pick up the mobile phone.
Wish I could fly about at night, just like a furry bat,
beaming high pitched signals to my friends, to have a chat.
Trouble is, with bats, they don’t look very nice,
and the diet is appalling, mostly earwigs, moths and lice.
So maybe I’ll stay human, even though I cannot fly.
I can use the phone and, in a plane, can reach the sky.
Least I have a house, and one stomach’s fine for me.
Least I don’t eat moss, but have burgers for my tea.
Copyright Steve Skinner 2018