Today’s word is “Barmecidal” ... Bahr-muh-sahyd-l ... giving only the illusion of plenty; illusory. (Dictionary.com)
Gulls Along the roofline they all sat,
Contemplating their next meal,
Only squawking could be heard,
As each other’s spots they’d steal.
You’d think with all those birdies,
You’d get amazing notes,
But raw Barmecidal songs,
Came from their creaky throats.
Though they could not sing,
They cleaned the beach with ease,
A quality most needed,
With which we were all pleased.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2019
Gulls Along the roofline they all sat,
Contemplating their next meal,
Only squawking could be heard,
As each other’s spots they’d steal.
You’d think with all those birdies,
You’d get amazing notes,
But raw Barmecidal songs,
Came from their creaky throats.
Though they could not sing,
They cleaned the beach with ease,
A quality most needed,
With which we were all pleased.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2019
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