It's Not a Poem Or Even Interesting

The day of half poems And now I've drank a beer (3 thirds in fact - very exciting! Blackcurrant Sour, Dark Angel Stout, Best Bitter - served on a wooden paddle) I've had a great time - people all "Hey, let's get lunch" and me like "you know I'm annoying right" and them like "I disagree with your self assessment" Then some chatting Then a game of scattagories (I got hors d'oeuvres as an h word for foreign words used in English - I've requested to be carried through the corridors of head office on shoulders when convenient for all parties - no one has refused) I was praised - oh yeah! Praised! For the game face I do for training... 20 senior managers, I wrote the training the night before - no problem (I mean I've trained people in that topic for 15 years, so an easy win but great to counter my carpark in rain training last week - although met an attendee in person from that - she said it was good) I'm eating a family sized bar of chocolate - the family know and are not trying to take any My poems aren't poems today But that's fine Because I feel good