Topiary it’s called. If you travel along Britain’s A roads and back roads there are some great examples of teapots and lions and gateways cut from hedgerows. And a few more suspect items.
This is a poem where I’ve poked a bit of fun at the subject. It’s called Mr Paskin’s Cock.
Well thatβs brave of you π
It is funny, but I confess I am a secret admirer of complicated topiary! π
Best wishes, Pete.
Me too Pete!
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I love it! Funny you should post this. Only this afternoon I was trimming my pussy in the garden!
A fan of Mrs Slocombe!
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This made me laugh. Iβm glad I started my day hearing this π
Thank you!