The Word Cloud

Here’s a bit of doggerel I penned last year when my partner and I got hitched. Like my bit on the Simpsons socks, it approaches the whole subject indirectly but I think it hits the mark. Somehow, clothes seem to be quite a handy metaphor for major life events. I read out a bit at the dinner afterwards when we had all had rather too much vinho. I’m having trouble with the formatting but hope you like it. _________________________________________________________________ I don’t often go shopping in the big city so when I do it’s a bit special and I have some special shopping to do. The good people of Cologne surge around me in their woollen coats and feathered hats, carrier bags, bicycle bells and clanking trams, bustle and hustle and a symphony of idling engines in idle cars. OK, first things first. Luis says that our wedding has got to be very informal. That means funky jeans and loud shirts to signify that conventions are only there to be broken. But the big idea is for everyone to have fun. He’s a total nutter, of course, but he has this ability to find the truffle hidden under the roots of adversity and I think that’s how he’s actually managed to survive for so long. When I think back on it, his entire life has been a lurch from crisis to catastrophe, but he always seems to have this ability to come out of it having had fun and bearing no malice to the world or anyone in it. If he could put it in a bottle, he’d be a millionaire……….. _______________________________________________________________ To read the rest of it (correctly formatted) please scoot over to http://rogerjhardy.wordpress.com/ See you there!