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Whilst your usual service is to be resumed, it may be somewhat more infrequent (for a short while one hopes). The quality however, shall be as impeccable as ever. Thank you for your patience. – The Cloud.

(sonmi appears in a humongous puff of glitter that has an aurora borealis sheen to it. She is coughing a lot.)

Though it may be rather dog-eared, there may be some of you out there, in the cheap seats, who have not come across the following. It tickled me when first I found it…it tickles me still. The piece originally appeared when the Washington Post asked readers to come up with a set of ‘instructions’ to undertake absolutely any task they could come up with, in the writing style of a famous person. The below, by Jeff Brechlin was the winner. And rightly so say I (she says displaying an all-consuming, nay breath-taking arrogance regarding her own taste, having seen none of the other entries, and giving not one solitary flying fig through a rolling doughnut on fire about it either).

The Hokey Pokey

“O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence though then the fervid Hokey-Poke.
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from heaven’s yoke.
Blessed dervisih! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke – banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, ’tis what it’s all about.”