Monday, June 18, 2018

The Feisty Pelican Can



The seagull soaring from the sky
Saw the funky pelican
And laughed and laughed
And then it laughed some more
That pelican, said the gull,
Is such a funny-looking bird
It cannot sing, it cannot soar...

So cook it in a frying pan

The pelican got really mad
Went to work, made a plan
I'll grab the mouthy, ugly gull
With my great big beak
I'll make it pay, I can, I can,
Hell yes I can
For I'm a feisty pelican.

And the gull was never seen again.


15 comments:

silvia de angelis said...

Una creatura dall'aspetto particolare....
Buongiorno, silvia

Francisco Manuel Carrajola Oliveira said...

Lindo este pelicano.
Um abraço e boa semana.

Andarilhar
Dedais de Francisco e Idalisa
O prazer dos livros

Tom said...

...standing proud!

PerthDailyPhoto said...

There's a lesson to be learnt here, never insult a feisty pelican πŸ˜€ Your poetry skills are to be much admired Lowell, unlike mine that are to be much mocked πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

Kate said...

Your poem, oh, wise and talented sage? Great photo; love the luminous water.

GreensboroDailyPhoto said...

Pelicans, iconic Florida. Wonder how much plastic is in his belly.

Janis
GDP

RedPat said...

Never mess with a pelican! ;-)

Sharon said...

You made me laugh out loud. I love that poem. And, I love feisty pelicans.

Marleen said...

It's a gorgeous photo! Like the poem too :)

Bill said...

I love pelicans and first saw them flying in southern Oregon, beautiful birds indeed. This beauty looks content and proud waiting on the seagull to digest.

William Kendall said...

A marvelous bird!

magiceye said...

Beautiful picture of a smug pelican and a lovely poem which keeps the reader with a smile on his/her face!

Kay said...

Fun post! And a nice shot of the pelican. It looks as if it may be enjoying a satisfying meal...

stardust said...

You made me laugh with your poem and made me admire you with your photo.

Yoko

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

I believe he can...the peli-can!

"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." — Henri Cartier-Bresson