Sid the seagull struts around
He doesn't think the sky is his ground
He thinks he's human that's for sure
As he's always knocking at our door
He tries the cat flap to get in
He doesn't knock but walks right in
His hygiene habits are quite poor
He even eats straight from the floor
Down in one, his gut won't wait
It's not something you can relate
He squeaks and squawks when he's not fed
I am sure he doesn't go to bed
But even after all this grief
You may read this poem in disbelief
We like that gull
We really do
We just can't stand
His hullabaloo
