Reminds me of those wonderful summer days, lying on the ground and looking up at the clouds to pick out all the ones which resemble cocks.
From cocks, to clouds, to golden showers.
All makes sense now, kiddo.
I once knew an artist who would make his own all-purpose cards.
Each would have a bouquet of pencil-drawn phalli ... so beautifully drawn, and camouflaged with leaves and other greenery, that half the people never noticed the cards' X-factor.
I would
love to be able to do that.