Spring is Sprung...

The Grass Is Ris... I Wonder Where The Birdies is?

As I was waiting for my train today something seemed different. Another bright sunny morning but a tad warmer than the past few weeks. I could hear a strange grunting noise of sexual pleasure. Where could it have been coming from? I looked around... nothing... then above me I noticed a Pigeon with a twig in its beak. It was emerging from a piece of metal guttering above the cafe on the platform. The randy bird's coos of delight had been amplified as if directed through a gramophone horn. 'Finally' I thought, 'Spring is here at last!'. My mind was immediately transported back to my childhood - no nothing to do with sex - Spring meant clocks going forward, longer days and kids heading out on their bikes. Back then I had a Purple Chopper.

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