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I used to like bobbing around in the sea, put it that way, when we were younger but I don't go now.


Here is a seagull sitting onby the dock on the bayestuary. This one was leering ever so seedily at some Swedish backpackers who were eating chips on the dock. One might assume that the chips were being eyed off, but did you know that studies have shown that 10 to 15 percent of female western gulls in some populations in the wild are lesbians?

Sometimes the things that I hear on the bus can be easily turned into poems of great profundity.

Boyfriend
my bloody computer
doesn't work

shitloads of software
doesn't work

heaps of memory
doesn't work

a thousand bucks
doesn't work

he made me breakfast this morning
but
he doesn't work

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
I simply loved the photo and the POEM!
Babzy.B said…
nice shot indeed !
Frank said…
The caption about the buoy caught my eye...perhaps because I could say the same about myself.

Wonderful little poem.
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, it’s taking Tasmania by storm.
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I get lots of photos of seagulls. I am a fan.
Kris McCracken said…
Frank, I pinched the title off a seagull from Creature Comforts.
Irina said…
Great picture! That seagul on the yellow thing is just awesome.
KL said…
Do you really find such interesting co-passengers in bus everyday!?
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, the seagull seemed to enjoy itself. I got heaps of photos of it.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, not every day, but very often. They always talk very loud too.

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