It's been a long, hard day, sigh :), so flew out this pooem from my tender & racked brain... ....Because My Friend There Is Nowt Like A Dose of Random Bollocks.... Nice quiet pint, Talk some shite, Put the world to rights, Leave out the fight. Hot curry too, Chillis go straight through, Love you in the face, You big disgrace. When work's been so devoted, There's nowt better than offloading, With a phat dose of bollocks, & sniggers til we holler. He lays me on the table, This'll be the next famous fable, Where we wander into a barn & become such mighty stars. Nice quiet pint, Only went out for one, Got lathered with such might, Proper jolly, job is done. Wandered for a while, Sat by the river, People gathered & smiled, Now the fame makes me quiver. If you need some meditation, I can be your mediation, To help you sip gently at your pint, Without giving you a fright. But for now I'm happy ranting, With my sledgehammer whilst I'm panting, Knocking down the walls, Till the ego crashes & falls. Jolly in the waffle, You may guffaw, chortle & scoffle, But I'll stand my ranting proud, On this box where I'm allowed. So, grab life by the nuts ey, & shake the debris on brain away, For the moment is right here now, & the music in my head is oh so loud. So crank please up the volume, & I'll be sure to be following you. For there's nowt like a good stomp, When the cheer has turned it on. Contemplating Kama Sutra, Bending backwards wid my mudras, Whilst cooking saute potatoes oh so high, Makes the sacred random in me smile. So be sure to wind up your booty, When you're clocking off to go to boogy, For the dynamo inside, Makes the sunshine in you confide. Be definite about your stomping, Make your prayer be twinkly bombing Out the bollocks from inside, Or I'll get you, run & hide! So when your brain has gone to shit, Cos you've been working so hard at it, Then revel well in tits up superfluousness, Because there is only you who deserves it best. Because there's might in knowing how to chill, Might in being random, pointless & still, Such point in doing nothing, Contemplating the next wee jiggle fluffing. Cos you've got to be at ease, Living plainly on the knees, As we revel in the dear wilds, The common sense is stirred to strive. Bollocks - the remedy! Ladies living on our knees, To the might of hot rodding the racing, Whilst the laughs do need such pacing. So hook up to a pacemaker, Cos the ludicrousness will shake ya, Whilst you gravitate towards, The most magnificent round of applause. Congratulations for gibbering in fact, There should be awards & an equivalent to smack, (That's not harmful for the people) But instead emphasises the steeple. When it's been a brain-heavy day, Best not to sink into dismay, But instead to launch into eager flight, At quite how wild can be your bullshite. For the rewards are splendiferous & eager, So don't allow your bollocks to be meagre, For you'll stand so tall & proud, If you sing your bullshit loud. Caroline Mulcahy