What things can be clipped. A clip, clips. You can fasten a clip on another clip. Put them in a big bag (or small bag) and tie the top closed.

You can clip hair. YOU can!

One can clip a football. ONE can. In fact probably more than than one can.

We can WATCH a clip. “Together, YES we can”

I can clip my toenails. And fingernails for that matter. Hands, then feet usually. Left right, right left.

But where do we clip our nails? Do you clip them on the bus? Or at home? If at home, inside? Or outside. I trim my nails on the balcony. The removed bits of fingernail (and toenails!) end up on the lawn. I look down into the neighbours yard. Two women J and J. They have lots of pots. The bulbs of tiny daffodils (narcissus) or perhaps jonquils have grown their stems and green shoots. There is snow on The Mountain. It will be some time before they bloom in a small basket of radiant yellow.

I throw my nail clippings to the lawn, and hope the fairies are distracted watching the World Cup or torturing someone else’s pets. If they get a hold of my fingernails, I’ll be in trouble.