Don't feed the birds - Why?

Please don't feed friendly, fat, big birds
Don't lure pigeons, noisy seagulls
I'll tell you what I read and heard
Local councils have called for culls

Your kind, spare piece of old stale bread
Would be welcomed, pecked, picked, no doubt
But unfortunately, simply
Food which goes in - must soon come out.

It costs money, to clean pavements

Under bridges, birds perch and coo

Stones are messy, ugly slip'ry

Hope the one who slips isn't you!

Like pretty pigeons and white doves

Their dirty, flying poop falls far

After Dad polished his black car

He's got a white polka dot car.

What to do with all that stale bread?

With new time, what are we doing?

Instead of feeding birds, feed friends

Make a bread and butter pudding.

I'd like to try, the trouble is

We are on a no bread diet

I'll make you toast, photograph birds

Fetch a tripod, shoot, keep quiet.
-ends-
Copyright Angela Lansbury Feb 22 2020
Written at Writers' Holiday, Fishguard, Wales.

The word shoot is ambiguous. 

The author of the poem is shooting a photograph,

whilst the councils are killing the birds.