Did you see the chocolate seagull?
It brings you gifts when your day is dull.
Drops them on the roof and then flies away,
Hoping the present improves your day.
The chocolate part of favor it does get right,
The other part not, with all its might.
Parts of bagels, week old at best,
Worms of the earth, in candy dressed.
If you dare you can lick them clean,
But I would not with their petrol sheen.
Of course, of course, you can if you want,
Feed them to your least-loved distant aunt.
Tell them it’s fancy and from somewhere else,
They give a taste, and look, it melts.
The seagull’s present might’ve missed its mark,
But the chocolate still gave someone a spark.