" Gull Duggery"


The scene was set, for a game you see.
The stands were full with the crowds aglee
The Yanks were there, warming up for the game
The Blue Jays were there, doing the same.

The popcorn was popping, and the suds a flowing
The wind from the lake, was gently blowing
No one knew, no one could guess
That this beautiful eve, would turn into a mess.

The Gulls were above, flying on wing
As free as the air, and fearing no thing
They didn't know, as they soared in the sky
That one of their mates, was soon to die.

A Giant it seemed appeared on the field
It was later discovered, it was David Winnfield
At 235 and six four and a half
He certainly was, very good at his craft

He warmed himself up, by throwing the ball
It seemed it would take, forever to fall
Another, and another he would toss out of sight
Until a poor Gull, ran into his might.

He threw the ball straight, and he threw the ball fast.
At the Blue Jays game, the Gull'd seen his last
It was accidental, or so they say
But they arrested bid Dave, and they took him away

They took him to jail, right after the game
And Dave held his head, as, though in shame
Bail was set, and Dave was let go
Providing next friday, in court he would show

Soon the Press, and all Toronto aware
However decided, it just wasn't fair
A baseball was tossed, and a seagull lay dead
Davey Winnfield's face was certainly red.

The charges were dropped, and this incident passed
But I bet of Dave Winfield, we haven't heard the last

Aubrey R.