A Guest Poem: McGull by Jan Jeeves

There was a gull named McGull
Who descended and sat on the hull,
We knew from his stance
And the way that he danced,
That his antics would never be dull.

The skipper and crew were not pleased
That he came every time, just to tease
For his tea he was keen
To pay, he just preened
Until Lyne threw her lamb to the breeze.

McGull took a second to act,
As into the waves it dropped back
With a swoop he retrieved
His reward, he believed
As onto the rail he went back.

McTaff then appeared with his gat
Took aim at the place where McGull sat
His aim it was true,
The pebble it flew
McGull took off and said 'Drat'!