Unhappy Corellas

The Corellas weren’t happy
On this sunny morn
As I disturbed them while collecting
Rubbish along the shore

But look at the f’in plastics
And polystyrene
Please keep them away
From this beautiful scene

It may not seem much
To drop something on the ground
But when the next storm comes
Where do you think it is found

And while you and I
Can see it’s no good
Many animals don’t realise
That it is not food

Even as I stand here
Shiny things in hand
Eight Pelicans come down
Thinking treats are to be had