A seagull couple. A couple of seagulls. Best seat at the seafood restaurant. Table washed ever so often, covid safe. Imagine the conversation.
For this season be my gull. I promise, never a moment dull.
After this seafood fest. Let’s mate and build a nest.
Seaside view to right and left. In an elevated sun-drenched cleft.
So don’t fly around, shit and scream. Everyday I will fulfill your dream.
Hope they find happiness, and food. Ha de Gƶtt!
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UlleHaddock 
The last stanza did make me chuckle. š. A lovely imagining.
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love it, Ulle; such wildly humorous imaginings; you can let yourself go and have a hearty chuckle at your cleverly amorous verse and if your wife asks you, is it the Aussie guy again, you can say, no, it’s me ! š
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Thank you so much. Imagination is like a seagull, sometimes shit and sometimes screaming laughter!
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hahahahahahaha ; clever š
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Great shot, great poem š I loved the humor.
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