Greetings all and let me first say a huge thank you to Anna, Jo, Shilpa, Roni, Fab, Sue, Charlotte and Janet for you kind likes/loves, shares and comments for my last blog post. I hope the tale of cruel celery crunchers did raise a smile or two :)
Today, I must admit there is a rather hyperborean bite in the atmosphere. This is enhanced by a rather fell nip in the air too and seeing God's dandruff settling all around us was a bit disconcerting. It was certainly eye opening and whilst at the Shakra Centre I was most pleased to devour a rather splendid mushroom ramen which helped warm the spirit. The fare is rather splendid there.
It was a good day to prepare for the next few months ahead with workshops and many other surprises waiting in the wings. The give you a taste there are reiki courses, meditation and development groups, gatherings and more besides. Over the next week or two I shall be creating a few events and enjoying the creative platform of Canva to put it all together. Good times are certainly here.
As I sit here typing my thoughts turn to Ukraine and the temerity of Russia to admonish them for attacking their territory. You have to admire their nerve after wreaking murder and havoc upon their neighbour only for them to dare to step into Russian land. Surely the great dictator must realise this is a total disaster for him and his people and pull back? Somehow, I doubt it though.
Anyway it's time to craft a daft little laugh through poetic art...I should say that loosely methinks.
There the devil lurks
As thoughts drive you beserk
The thought of gleaming wrapper
Inviting you to grow fatter
You submit to cocoa sin
As chocolate goes within
The taste is rather yummy
As it settles in your tummy
Oh it's such a treat
Tingles from head to feet
Look to the fridge once more
Bounties there galore
Steal another bar
Turns to gooey tar
but you care naught for that
For your belly you so tap
Your mouth now so so sweet
A sensation you can't defeat
Time for number three
As pleased as punch you'll be
Your insides start to quake
After destruction of a flake
I guess you'd better stop
And on the bed you flop
Dreaming of candy mountains
And hundred thousands fountains
As you float into the stars
You sleep on beds of mars.
And that's quite enough of that. Raw, unedited and staying only on this page :D
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