Gull d'amour

Anto was gutted.
He had read and reread the ad. 
He was on the right lamp post at the right time but the belle was nowhere to be seen. 
The ad sounded too good to be true. 
That often was the case. 
He would never again believe an alluring message by Raheny_Eyette in the lonely seagull hearts columns. 

He dry-humped the lamp post to calm his nerves and flew off in search of a bin bag to rip open.