I remember my first ferry ride across Galveston Bay in Texas. Yes, it was a long time ago. My grandparents had come down from Oklahoma, and my dad was showing them the sights along the coast. He drove the car up on the ferry. And once it took off, we were all able to get out and walk around for the whole trip. I noticed lots of seagulls, jumping fish, and one particular sloppy pelican.

The pelican was just bobbing up and down in the gulf. And every once in a while it would plunge its head underwater and come back up with a mouth full of small fish. The milk chocolate colored gulf water would gush out the sides of its mouth, too.

It must have been a memory that I logged in my brain without thinking about it. Because I haven’t really given it much thought since. Until today. I happened to find a picture of a pelican as I was plotting out some of my writing. And it just so happened to have a sloppy mouthful of fish.

So, that’s how I came up with this Rhyme…

The Sloppy Pelican

There was a sloppy pelican who lived on a dock
That stood by the bay that lead to the deep, blue sea.
He would float in the water and eat lots of fish
But wouldn’t clean up no matter how others would plea.

And when a sloppy pelican who lives on a dock
Won’t leave it the way it was when he first got there,
Well, he shouldn’t be surprised if friends disappear…
‘Cause wouldn’t you, too, if you saw some junk everywhere?

So if a sloppy pelican was found on your block
In a house like yours, in fact in your very own room,
And you saw him in the mirror, and he looked like you…
Would you just take a nap…or go get a mop and broom?

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