28 Bos and one seagull
We knew the caterer
Gave us a tray of tuna
Built a tray of sandwiches
To take to the homeless
We called them hobos
When I was a kid
Drove down to a beach town
Passed them out to welcome hands
Good deed done
Bought a Turkey Avocado for the beach
Took a dip in the ocean
And a seagull stole my sandwich
The last benefactor
Of my good deeds
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Thank you for this poem–I really enjoyed it and the surprise ending–with a sweet irony flying away with a seagull (!)…Your ease as a story teller really comes through in this poem! Thank you!
Thank you Ann.