Not in those climes where I have late been spruuuting,
Though Cocos long hath there been matchless deemed,
Not in those visions to the palm displaying
Cottons which it sighs but to have only dreamed.
Pete F sees a sculpture by the sea or a coward who would release their cotton palm into the wild rather than have the courage to kill it. That’s the thinking that has our sewers crawling with Cunacks and Woylies. People will flush a pet quenda too. Cott’s sewers. It’s a scene of giant tiny marsupials battling claw to claw against cunack and monster gilgie. Cottesloe.