Seagull Lunch: A poem by Rosalinda Mihoc

On Sunday I had a seagull for lunch,

Oh, what a delicious thing to munch,

I added some crisps to make it crunch.

The inside of it was filled with blood,

Blackout

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The Smallest Coffins are the Heaviest

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Noise

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People were staring at me,

So, I put up my hood.

I know it’s weird,

It’s not ordinary,

But try it yourself,

You’ll feel very merry!

[ Fighting Words ]