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Sir Pelican
 
Are you the one, Sir Pelican,
who stole my lunch back then
when I was but a child?

You look the same, oh pelican,
back-lit by summer sun.
His eye was also wild.

You took my lunch, wild pelican
...and tried to eat my arm.
I could not be consoled.

You were big as me...I was only four.
I ran to my mum and asked for more.

Was it really you? Or perhaps your dad?
I'm sorry I screamed but you made me mad.

Tell me, pelican, is it true
that beak holds enough for a bird big as you?

How lovely, Mr Pelican.
Your colours are a treat,
oh graceful water bird.

I'll bring you more lunch if I can.
Pickles and cheese on rye?
Oh yes... I give my word.

I'm eight now. Dad says I'm a man,
so big and not afraid.
I know, it sounds absurd.



Form: yenga.


By cherryk

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