Wicked stalker with unkempt wings,
Air-borne harasser who screeches, not sings.
What did I ever do, to deserve your fecal blessings?
I am not a fan of such messy things.

Winged tormenter of the Sea,
you have professed your love over HT.
I readily admit, I too, love thee,
but please, please, stop crapping on me.
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With love to my favourite seagull,

Aztecia.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Ero, in the year 404 AF.