The events of this weekend are officially classified as top secret. I am sorry. But here is a nice poem to ease your troubled soul.
There once was a man called Mark
His style was quite sleek and stark
He lived in a town
Built up from the ground
And watches “The Boosh” till it’s dark.
His choice brand is quite fruity
He recently scored some new booty
A nice new iPhone
With streaming new downloads
Brings near the tweeting community.
But his friendships grow deeper than this
One can tell by a network quite rich
A close friend called Jonny
Who’s seen as quite a ‘hottie*’
Or at least a rockstar if he wish.
His other friends are many
Some Chris-es and Steves a plenty
Loads of other cool men
Women and children
Gathered where progress meets his’ry.
For chatting they did not terry
And amongst conversations much query
They had lots of good food
And plenty of booze
Their spirits were rich and merry
United by a common Spirit
These people will never quit
Meeting new friends
Creating new trends
Emerging, searching, and loving it.
But still they can find the time
To relax, retreat, and unwind
In such a busy land
Where dreams are so grand
Real relationships here can you find.
The point of this rhyme, you see
Is how important these relationships can be.
Though it’s a messy affair
Diverse, but with care -
True life is found in community.
*not an observation of mine personally
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