The Bottomless Pit - Rev. #1

[Grace]

The Bottomless Pit

Go away, you greedy sod.
And don't look at me like that
as if I'm in debt to you and your brood.
Let me enjoy my fish and chips
in peace, and savour the harbour and the boats.
And you, mate. Bog off.
Go and bother some other sop on holiday
with their faces full of burgers and cream-
teas. Plenty there for the likes of you.
Sodding beggars. Never happy. Always scrounging.
Our fault, I suppose.
Rods for our own backs
giving in to pitiful looks. You wouldn't be scrounging
if you weren't hungry.
But you're not.

Bastard seagulls.

Hey John,

Well they ARE greedy sods.  Throw a chip to one and attract a flock. Yes, bastard bloody sea-gulls. This made me laugh because it's so true.  

Grace (fellow seagull sufferer)