We've had no poetry recently And precious little of verse So I've written something hastily Something snappy and terse I went down to the seaside And at first it was fairly duff But at last I got into my usual stride And saw some decent stuff ! There was nowt about when I started And the wind was ever so keen It felt like a giant had farted For a while nothing decent was seen.... The usual waders were zipping around Dunlins, RPs and that's all Nothing of wonder, nowt to astound I thought, is that going to be all ? But crikey ... a Hooded Crow appeared Flying inland from the sea ! My spirits were lifted, my gloom had shifted My heart skipped about like a Flea ! And then an excellent Whinchat appeared Not a thing you would routinely spot Then a Stoat crossed the road, a sighting most weird Up my sightings were starting to tot ! I drove home in a state of contentment Though it might not seem brilliant to you But quite soon I could be in the mynwent ( = cemetery in Welsh) So ..for those birds I say merci beaucoup ! But in my notebook all that is compressed into this .. Loads of Ringed Plovers and Dunlins .. and a few Turnstones Hooded Crow flew inland at 1532 Whinchat .... 1623 Stoat .... 1627 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And as for music, this seems remarkably appropriate ... ... and it's a words video, so you'll all want to sing along... ... in Spanish, a very sensuous experience ....... ....
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