So due to twitter my phone died and this little poem was left unpublished as some one who will remain nameless left his phone charger at work.
Round and round the garden
Like ba gua practitioner
Left foot
Right foot
Left palm slap
Right finger jab
Kick under there !!!
As he drove back from the meeting the night sky was cloudless and clear, the moon was waning so that it resembled the crescent moon of an Arabian flag, with Venus rising above it .
it had a been a glorious evening, his brethren were happy and all had gone well in the ritual and the food had been above par. He turned the car stereo and as the music blared out of the speaks his right foot pointed to the floor and as the pedal depressed the car’s turbo kicked in and accelerated in to the night.
As the Polo disappear up the motorway. A large shadow loomed into view , this was observed by a Tawny owl on the old tree. As the shadow came almost over head it shrieked and flew off
So last night meeting overran again, but I made a creative speech as i proposed the Toast to our WM.
The Claw hangs waiting for the information
The coins drop one by one
A cry goes out in exaltation
As the claw moves into position
Descending down it opens to grasp the chosen one
Closing around its prey it raises
The child cheers in adoration
The grip is weak so drop the one
The child screams and a cries
“I WANT A HENRY HOVER”
Picture to follow
not done this before enjoy
