In order of composition, newest at the top.
Photographs from Ashurst, New Forest unless indicated otherwise.
You could map every
star constellation
onto this constellation of daisies,
the only question being
which daisies to omit.
Beware of crocodiles
next time you’re looking
to snap up a bargain
on the High Street…
(Nottingham)
Here's where the
barber sign
asks the Post Office Tower
‘what makes you think
it’s such a big deal to revolve?’
(Fitzrovia, London)
This is how
you mark the place of a market stand.
It makes sense to patrol your claim
with a pigeon.
(Chapel Street Market,
Islington, London)
Where buttercups
are yellow, straight, because they love the sun,
bluebells are a shade of blue
because they love the shade.
Edward Square may
seem a little dull
to those who've crossed swords with Pete Point,
or traced the curves of Lucy Round.
Yet worthiness is worthy, after all.
(Edward Square, Barnsbury
– one of London’s first public gardens when opened to all in 1888. Who, by the
way, put the word into swords?)
See how gently he
sands the paintwork down
as if it were the tooth
of one of the patients who've defected
from Rough Work Dental down the road.
(Alton)
The Germans love
their big blue pipes
I reckon that’s because it is
the love of big blue pipes itself
that all those big blue pipes pump round.
(Berlin)
The case for having hair
of grass
is clear enough - winter is a doddle.
How about a lawn of hair?
No reasons come to mind…
(Cornelia Schleime:
‘Wenn der Ostwind weht’ (When the East Wind Blows), 2016 - Acrylic, asphalt varnish and shellac
on canvas, 220 × 360 cm at Galerie Judin, Berlin)
The feathered nettle
is all about lure and contrast.
Can I feel the former,
Without edging into the latter?
(Berlin)
That moment when
you notice that you’re sinking
then realise that the lifebuoy is stuck between the rails
and, anyway, is made of bronze…
(Berlin – that’s Norbert Radermache’s ‘The Ring’, 1985, on Potsdamer Brücke)
This looks like pool that
I can play…
too rough for skill to count for much,
and no pockets, besides, to benefit those
who know how to hold a cue.
(Berlin)
A rose is a rose is
some sort of monstrosity
in what appears to be cement.
Its sweetness must be its scent.
(Berlin)
I can't see the photographer
but can tell that the pose
is not for me.
Am I entitled to take my own picture?
(Berlin)
Have I discovered a
new form
of discrimination? Or should I ask
‘Habe ich eine neue Form
der Diskriminierung entdeckt?’
(Alte Nationalgalerie,
Berlin)
Don a green hat
from a green situation
to banish the blues
and keep your thoughts spring-fresh.
(Berlin)
What is slightly out
of kilter?
The construction
of the U-Bahn system
or how I line up my phone?
(U-Bahnhof Konstanzer Straße, Berlin)
The sun
is out
The bath’s in place.
The Germans love to be naked.
What can explain their failure to wash here?
(Berlin)
What an achievement
I don't think it is
to be the first bus that I see in Berlin
when it’s not even one that I wanted to catch.
(Berlin)
What would you sooner
suspend?
The laws of gravity
or that lot,
over your head?
(Clapham Junction,
London)
Tables dancing?
It doesn't seem likely
even at the peak of Soho's
reputation for the disreputable.
(Soho, London)
You know that summer
is coming
when the blossom falls from the wall
leaving the bulk of it
greyer than before.
(Deptford, London)
Do Not Disturb!
For I am getting
ready
to unfurl...
(lily, Camberwell, London)
They’re thoughtful round here
cutting a section
out of the cover-board
in case you want to see the wall.
(Deptford, London)
This is the place
to bring a clapped-out bike
if you can’t be bothered
to take it down the tip.
(Mayfair, London)
How much simpler it would be
to
remove any bicycles
chained to the railings
were
they not chained to the railings!
(Bloomsbury,
London - less favourable than Mayfair, it seems, if you want the bike removed)
That's enough
of
the mottling drizzle, drip and mist –
now's
the time
for
the bolder strikes of proper rain.
(Bermondsey, London)
One would be an incident
Two
is a tendency.
Three
would amount to
a
suspiciously unlikely trend.
(Holborn. London)
The Baselitz bike is an awkward ride
It
isn’t so much the free-spinning wheels
Getting
you nowhere
As
the scraping of the head as you try.
(Bloomsbury, London - Georg Baselitz is known for paintings that appear the wrong way up)
What you want
is buffers worth hitting –
not so much physically as metaphorically.
The railways pull the trick off all the time.
(Waterloo Station,
London)
The tipping point for
ferns
is rather literal:
when the tips
unfurl to a point.
(Furzey Gardens,
Minstead)
A Zalean Colour Chart
may not have room for every hue
but for garden beauty purposes
it will do.
(Azaleas in Furzey
Gardens, Minstead)
I can't believe
that easel was used to paint the wall -
but if it was,
that was quite some canvas it supported!
(Shoreditch, London)
How do you
sleep
on a train?
With quite a lot of snuffle noise,
that I have spared you here.
(Between Winchester
and Woking)
If you can see the
world
in a grain of sand,
why not the cosmos
in the cracking of a pane?
(St James’s, London)
You never know…
If you sleep outside Pret,
you may wake up to breakfast
or, more likely, brunch…
(Oxford Circus,
London)
I like the moment
when speckles of rain
complement or cover or even seem to merge
with speckles on the stone.
(Southampton)
I’ve been cut back
in what I'd call my prime
were it not so easy
to end it.
(Southampton)
Does this really
throw light
on the mechanics of a street lamp?
I’m baffled by the spring…
(Charing Cross, London)
The sign of the cross
is such a barrier here!
Do they want to stop the unconverted
climbing up to ecstasy?
(St Anne’s Church,
Soho, London)
Given the exposure to
the elements
it’s hard to be surprised
that almost every hairdresser
has given up on grass
(Hillier’s Arboretum,
Hampshire)
This much tape
suggests an invisible reason -
if only that someone's keen that we
should wonder what that is.
(Canada Water, London)
Living in a parallel
world
would suit me fine
if I just knew
whether I was in the real one.
(Finchley Road,
London)
Kiss the hippo
massage the rhino
kick the kanga
tickle the tiger…
(Covent Garden, London. It sounds dangerous, but according to the chain’s founder,
Joshua Tarlo, the name 'Kiss the Hippo Coffee' is merely ‘a playful
expression of the company's respect for nature’ – it was the first coffee
company in the industry to be certified as a carbon negative.)
I’m not convinced
that this is a man looking out of the window -
but I concede
he’s something of a star.
(Mayfair, London)
Daisies,
dandelions, primroses, buttercups…
All I'm saying is:
I've never seen a cowslip
bloom along this way.
(Totton)
You can't
expect these trees to swim
Even if they did have lessons,
it would take a million years of evolution
to give them any chance.
(Totton)
That there's really no chance
of reeling in seeming
as far as the really real real?
(The image - at least on 5 April 2024, was the first to come up from a Google image search for 'reeling in seeming')
Spring brings a surfeit
of helio-yellows.
Which grabs the glory?
Pick your fix…
Blowsy is
as blowsy does
but the essence of blowsy
must be what it was.
(You can describe lush,
overblown flowers that are a bit past their peak bloom as ‘blowsy’)
I guess I wouldn’t
mind
too much
were it full of my shit –
but I wouldn’t like anyone else’s.
(Deptford, London)
The urban cow is glossy pink
and either has no lust for grass,
or else has learned to channel it
into cinnamon buns and lattes.
(Farringdon, London)
Who doesn’t favour natural light?
Well, this must be as natural,
albeit short of lumen-power,
as artificial light can get.
(Deptford, London)
Has a feather escaped
from a pillow in disguise,
or is it here
by sleep-tickling happenstance?
(Farringdon, London)
12 across
Four letters that
‘will smell as sweet
if you get this answer wrong’.
(Train, Basingstoke)
You never know
when there might be two fires
and only one alarm –
and then where would we be?
(Mayfair, London)
The simple allure of
complexity
is evident here:
the complex allure of simplicity
may be harder to pin down.
(Piccadilly, London)
Why would you dump ice down a drain?
Let us say to protest global warning…
Either that, or there’s a lot of whisky
being readied for the rocks down below.
(St James’s, London)
Last year the primroses
rose rather modestly -
primly, even.
Now they’re on the rise.
Ah, the eternal question
of how to define the temporary!
This machine’s rejected notes for over five years,
but that’s less than a blip in the universe’s timespan.
Let us assume them
mother and daughter:
that hereditary pink hair
seems to fade a little over time.
(Portsmouth)
I like
a good yard sale.
How much
if I take the lot?
All I can say is
if Boris tried to seduce me,
I’m pretty sure
I wouldn’t fuck him.
(Portsmouth)
Portsmouth is looking
at me
eyelash-branches in its eye.
I'm not sure I want to look
at Portsmouth.
What is the effect of
causes?
To make matters other
than they would have been.
But what is the cause of effects?
(Portsmouth)
It was a squeeze
to get through, we won't deny it,
but you can't tell us where we’ll fit in,
nor what we're meant to do.
(Portsmouth)
Why did the couple
next to me
spend the whole hour down to Portsmouth
wordless, bookless – phoneless, even
in favour of staring at places like this?
Why must magnolia
move
just as one is snapping it?
It looks too late
to be part of the process of blooming.
(Oxford)
‘How many greats’
asks the clock of the sun,
‘do I need, to get back to
you being my parent?’
Its job
is to illumine, and yet it reflects.
But reflection
can throw light on matters, too.
Halfway up
is surely better than halfway down,
even conceding
that they’re the same place.
(Edgeware, London)
The law of
diminishing rocks
States that size is proportional to distance.
I’d be tempted to increase the size by corresponding
increments
were it not for the view from the other end.
(Whitechapel, London)
I like the way a celandine
spreads. No holding back,
no fear of looking daft if the sun stays in -
even though it probably will.
at Millbrook.
Nor it is obvious
why I should...
(Southampton)
It makes little sense
that something so common as daffodils
can retain the power to enchant.
Yet there they are.
I like this picture
enough to include it,
even though
I have no words.
(Southampton)
If walls have
feelings
the same as some rocks,
this one must be suffering
quite a bit of pain.
Would you want to
live in a house
that backs onto death quite as directly as these?
Even if it made your last journey
that little bit quicker?
(Southampton)
Why do cars have
ears?
To help,
of course,
their drivers to see.
(Southampton)
Even
in the pebble kingdom,
single parent families
are on the rise.
(Broadstairs)
On
Broadstairs Beach
I can connect nothing
to Eliot.
I need to get to Margate, fast.
(Broadstairs. In 1921 TS
Eliot, recuperating from a nervous breakdown, had sat in a shelter on Margate’s
seafront while writing Part III of The Waste Land.‘On Margate Sands / I can connect / Nothing with
nothing. / The broken fingernails of dirty hands. / My people humble people who
expect / Nothing.’)
Here everyone
is keen to please
They serve with smiles,
stop to let us cross the road,
accommodate guests who can’t spell.
(Broadstairs: photo of sign spotted by Steph)
Alder was felled
Berry had no time to ripen; Pollard
was cut back; White went into the dark.
Everyone was grateful to them.
(Broadstairs)
They like
their puns in Thanet
‘Max Headroom’ was already one,
so ‘Matt's Headroom’ is a pun
as squared as the back of a haircut.
(Broadstairs)
‘You
won't be planting that in me
unless you use a
very, very powerful
anaes…. ‘
(Broadstairs)
How long was
it?
Probably not as long as it seemed.
The air was tossing, turning, shifting,
never could quite settle in its bag.
(Broadstairs)
Follow the line past the
bin
and just beyond infinity
you'll find him cleaning windows
in a never-ending cycle…
(Margate)
What may seem
a difficult project
is seamlessly achieved here:
the gridding of sand.
(Margate)
I guess I shouldn’t
be surprised
that the ‘Rose in June’ is closed in March
Business must be a struggle
on just one month a year
(Margate)
We’re proud to live
here
up to a point: a point
that was tested in 2011 and tipped in ‘22.
Can we move to Princess Anne?
(Broadstairs: there is
a ‘Princess Anne Road’ nearby. Accusations about sexual abuse by the already-less-than-popular
Prince Andrew, Duke of York, arose in 2011, in the context of his association with
the convicted sex trafficker Jeffery Epstein. In 2022 he made a multi-million
pound settlement to prevent the matter reaching court. That was widely seen as
a tacit admission of guilt, and the royal family obliged Andrew to withdraw from
public life.)
This will be
the national hub
when the Barbie Revolution
skateboards into town.
(Broadstairs)
Two up two down
in Cliftonville:
they don't make wildernesses
the way they used to.
(Margate)
Spoiler alert
The winner is revealed,
and he doesn't look surprised…
or even happy.
(New Milton)
I expect
to find things pretty disgusting,
that being the state of the country these days.
Does that mean I should mess the place up?
(Café, New Milton)
This is the shape
of the boundary
between 40 and 100 % gravel -
with gravel roughly equal on either side.
(New Milton. The
typical concrete mix is made up of roughly 10% cement, 20% air and water,
30% sand, and 40% gravel)
That must have been
one hell of a closing party,
a night on which the usual old customs
seemed so cool they might have been new.
(the former Old's Cool Occasions and Old's Cool Customs, New Milton)
Ignoring the rain
I combed the streets
for items of interest -
and all I found was this.
Why is it called
Old Milton?
You don't say Old York or Old Amsterdam.
Let the usurpers carry the burden of distinction!
(Old Milton)
I was puzzled for a moment
Why would the Evening Standard
list the contents of The Independent?
Then I realised my mistake – or theirs...
(Northern Line, London)
The problem is
if you’ve laid down
you won’t be able to reach
the top of the box to open it.
Stute
should be a word
for an intelligent person.
Who wouldn’t want to be a stute?
(If you
put ‘intelligent person’ into an online image search, the first page is dominated
by Einstein)
I didn't know that Arb
had been canonized:
who'd have thought that making coffee
could get you so far?
What I like
about the 440 page
‘Fish Hooks of the Pacific Islands’
is that it's Volume Two.
(Thomas Heneage
booksshop, Piccadilly, London)
Here is the puddle
zone
well on the way –
stop right now, rain! –
to becoming a flood.
Hose-woman bows
her nozzle head:
I’m flattered,
and slightly surprised.
(Burgh House, Hampstead,
London)
‘Where’, I'm inclined
to ask grass
‘is your backbone?’
And what kind of excuse is
'not needing one’?
(Windy riverside, Greenwich, London)
The
already-pleasure
of parking for free
is nudged a touch higher
by knowing that there used to be a charge.
(Lymington New Forest Hospital)
Rampant kingdomism
continues
to deny plantae
the
decent depth of burial
routinely
afforded animalia.
(Hiller’s Arboretum,
Hampshire: who can doubt the bias in how we treat the five kingdoms, with Animalia, Plantae and
Fungi respected in that order, followed by Monera and Protista)
It’s one thing
to
grow up as the odd one out,
another
to be odd
without
the prospect of change.
(Public convenience,
Lymington)
This strikes me as a
pipe worth smoking
Until the chance arises
I shall stick with abnegation:
even vapes have yet to tempt me.
(Farringdon, London)
This is how you walk
the path
Ignore the night.
Follow the instructions.
Reach the gated distance and you're done.
The ivy’s flowered
brighter and sooner, and faded faster,
than I have ever seen before -
and I’ve known sixty springs…
I have my doubts
Is scrubbing away the yellow line
really sufficient
to free up your parking?
(Paddington, London)
It's a long-established
trick
Dash in, take the credit,
turn round sharp
and walk straight out.
The longest snake
I've ever seen
is writhing here.
You need to be careful:
the head could be anywhere.
(Pitzhanger Manor, Ealing, London)
It’s hard to say
if the hat is flattering
or simply a practical means
of shutting out the world of delay.
(Southampton-London train: this passenger appeared dozily unfazed by our running 50 minutes late)
People prefer to go
over a bridge.
Water is happy enough
going under.
It's easier to catch
rain
in a bucket then in a photo:
it needs to be pretty-much bucketing down
to make enough pictorial impression.
(Southampton)
Are we paying for
holes?
Or is that rendered immaterial
by how much space is always present
at the subatomic level?
(Sourdough bread is
certainly prone to gaps. That said, nearly everything is emptiness: if you take
account of the space between the electrons of an atom, 99.9999999% of us – or bread
– is space)
X marks the spots
though it’s fair to point out
that everywhere else
is also recording the rain.
(Peckham, London)
Hang on a second!
That may be
a bit too slow.
Moments also have their limits.
(Closed coffee shop enjoining us to slow down - Peckham, London)
Don't fuss!
Just get your head down.
What does gratitude
cost you, after all?
(Deptford, London)
AND
is only part of a word
from which little can be deduced
about what came next and
(Peckham, London)
This is how
the solar system looks from Peckham:
the substance of the sun
having been eaten.
(Peckham, London)
Here you might buy
your vibrato or masturbat,
yr lub, yr sxy unds.
But I wdn’t trust their condos.
(Southampton)
If plastic bottles were plastic
flowers
and
plastic flowers were allowed by the rules
this
wouldn’t get far, nevertheless,
in
a gardening competition.
(Southampton)
Is it the same transitional thing?
From larva to flight mode,
from feudal to capital
from dry to wet?
(Pavement as rain begins, Bermondsey, London)
‘At the moment
ATMs are useless, sorry,
and the more I spend, the less I have.
Ask tomorrow, maybe I'll get paid.’
(Automated Teller
Machine, Clerkenwell, London. Not to mention the heater...)
Life isn't simple
You can't expect
an automatic fit:
this is as close as you’re likely to get.
(Mayfair, London)
Why should I trust
that man at all?
For all I know
he's fallen rather gravely ill
since they put the advert up.
(Kensington, London: David
Gady is considered perhaps the leading male fashion ‘supermodel’, though I
admit I hadn’t heard of him before I saw him stating in this advert how he's 'always trusted Wellman')
The splashbird
leaves
a distinctive track -
consistent
with dragging its well-webbed feet,
reluctant to accept that they’re not in water.
(Mayfair, London)
This may not be shit
creek
this may not quite be a paddle,
but there may be a comparable problem
unless it has been cast aside by a one-legged cyclist.
(Kensington,
London)
This is an unfiltered view
of
Exhibition Road:
you
can't call a phone box up-to-date technology
in
the context of an edit.
(Kensington,
London)
The Dutch
seem to favour stickerfiti:
spraycans are going
a little too far…
(Amsterdam)
without grit.
The academic question being
Whether you would want one…
(Schiedam)
I worry
that my worry lines
have started to outweigh my smile –
and then I worry that that will make them worse.
(Rotterdam)
You can tell the time
from the groundlights here –
or you could,
were any of them set correctly.
(Rotterdam)
The fundamental error
here -
climbing on the outside
of the building –
made worse by the fact that
there are only four proper footholds.
(Rotterdam: work by Daan Botlek – ‘Make it Happen’, 2017)
How did this work?
Why would you lay a pavement
that doesn't fit? Or build a wall
that squashes the pavement up?
There comes a point
when the only purpose of light bulbs
seems to be to light up themselves.
That's when you turn them off.
(Den Haag Centraal Train Station)
Now that I'm old
I see the new as nothing more
than age in the waiting room.
It won't be all that long.
(Schiedam)
I don’t want to seem ungrateful
but who needs eight pillows,
especially when they’re all too fat?
Maybe I do want to seem ungrateful…
(Bilderberg Parkhotel,
Rotterdam)
Can it really be
that the paper,
not the act
is the focus of attention here?
(Stedelijk Museum Schiedam)
Has this street got
above itsel?
What justified the elevation
from brick-plain Scots
to the fluted fantoosheries of Ancient Greece?
Help me please!
My walls are crumbling, the roof is overloaded,
I fear the log fire is out of control -
and I have no funds to put disaster right!
(Mayfair, London)
We may have found our winner
in the contest for maximum drippage.
I just hope
no message was intended.
(Victoria, London)
The Box Bird’s nests
appear in April –
sometimes early, sometimes late,
I’ve often wondered why…
(Since Easter happens
on the Sunday following the Paschal Full Moon (i.e. the ecclesiastical full moon of the northern spring), it can fall
on any date between March 22 and April 25)
Christmas is over
The only presents to be given now
are trees to the streets
who may not even want them.
(London / Brussels, late January 2024)
It's all very well
to say they're out of date round here,
but how many current Belgian bands
get to play in London, after all?
(Brussels, 2024: both The Human League and UB40 had their hits in the early 1980's)
just about scrape by,
dodging the rubbish to nest in plant pots.
It’s surprising they grow to such sizes.
The Belgians
love their dogs
but do the dogs
love Belgium?
Blue people to the
left
Red people to the right.
Surrealists,
carry right on.
Call yourself
a tree,
you twig-weak failure to take up space?
At least your father could stand up for himself.
Beware
of leaving your car boot open:
who knows who’ll steal a photo
or even a bottle of water…
Love can be
as delicate as a feather.
Love can be
as base as a drain.
Behind the eyes
behind the windows
behind the trees…
Thoughts.
I don't see windows
I see lives made visible
by the lack of visibility
that means they need extra light.
(Brussels)
The
concrete fence
that pretended to be wood
didn’t even think about how hard it would be
for a wooden fence to pretend to be concrete.
(Brussels)
That’s quite a contraption!
I’m hoping
to be strobed to sleep
but it doesn’t quite happen.
(Belgrove Hotel, London)
People think she's tardy
but it's merely that her units need converting:
‘in a second’ is a minute, ‘a minute’ is five,
‘ten minutes’ is half an hour, and so on.
(Actually, she is Tardy – golfer Bailey Tardy, presumably the buck of jokes if she is late. I meant to post this earlier.)
This
looks too vulnerable
to be out in public -
doesn't the pinkness
belong on the inside?
(Bethnal Green, London)
The Imposter
Syndrome
can rear its head anywhere.
But I say:
let's make difference our friend.
(Cambridge Heath. London)
It’s not itself the biggest news
but I went in here to buy a paper,
believing logic on my side -
and found they didn't sell them.
Don't get me wrong
Trees
have their merits
but lamp posts, they light up the world
and know the right way to behave around pavements.
(Cambridge Heath, London)
I love the practicality!
The daily puzzling
over which foot is which
made so much easier!
(Whitechapel Underground Station, London)
I’m
touched
by how tenderly –
even though down to a less-than-stump slice -
the big tree cradles its diminutive friend.
(Clissold Park, London)
It was a
matter of honour
to abandon this book
in public disgrace.
I swear I didn’t read a single word.
(Manor House, London)
At least
it's dark
But how would you like
to have your inners exposed
to any passing fetishist of circuits?
(Manor House, London)
‘Bollocks
to bullocks’
reads the 360°
feedback from their neighbours,
understandably provoked by the noise and smell.
(Fitzrovia, London)
The
winter sun
is low enough to make me wonder:
is it really
93 million miles up?
(Redbridge, Southampton)
I
remember
when it would have mattered
that a telephone box had been smashed up
and you couldn't call in to report it.
(Manor House, London)
This isn’t the sort
of handbag
that’s worth more than its contents.
What I’d take for a grin
becomes a grimace.
(Manor House, London)
The X’s
act as indicators,
just in case you fail to spot
that the pavement’s been repaired.
(Mayfair, London)
Where to
walk?
Unable to reach the ceiling,
I pondered the balance required for the handrail.
Then I saw the footmarks and all was clear.
(South Kensington Tube Station, London)
Want to stack a tower
block
on a van
on a car?
I suggest you cheat.
(Redbridge,
Southampton)
Here is normality
reflecting normality to such an extent
that I’m starting to think
it's abnormal.
(Southampton)
Having complained
about getting no bin bags
I was almost disappointed, when they arrived,
to find that all our neighbours
had been given some too.
(I say ‘almost’,
because - of course – the good fortune of others should not diminish our own.
Consider, for example, the parable of Jesus and the vineyard workers… Matthew 20: 1–16)
I didn't expect
to be brought the wrong order
and maybe I wasn't
but I did have the thought.
(Trusty Servant Inn,
Minstead)
Christmas in the
countryside
appears pretty gloomy:
look how down in the tinsel mouth
this Landrover seems to be!
(Minstead)
This curtain of light
is a trick of just that.
And makes it no easier
To peek through and in...
Barrier post
is not a
bad job
apart from the meaningless waiting around
for the meaningful waiting around to begin.
(Saatchi Gallery, London)
Even if
you wrap yourself against the world
and stand as still as possible,
time will not stop passing.
(Sloane Square, London)
Pickpockets swear by
them
Nimble fingers multiplied
beyond the dreams of even
the most mephistophelian pianist.
(Saatchi Gallery, London)
Were I not only naked
but suffering from excess shine
and a really bad case of Slice’s Disease
I'd be sweating, too.
(Statue, South Bank Centre, London - Klaus Weber: 'Peacock')
This is no Christmas tree!
We must not give the clandar
precedence
over the species…
(Waterloo, London)
What's the difference
between a fuck and a shag?
A shag is rather like a cormorant,
whereas a fuck is rather like a shag.
(that’s a shag on the
left, a cormorant on the right. What led me to this? I'm sorry, I haven't a clue.)
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