At long last, the snow has cleared to an extent that has allowed for shop going, and camera carrying, and planning ahead. So I have finally got my act together with an excerpt from an old poem of mine finally finding its way onto a shelf of a shop.
It was tricky to do this without being noticed, I will warn ye - since only zombies and people with military training seem to be making it out to the shops in this weather.
Anyway, here it is... perfectly disguised as a public service announcement.
Don't forget the poems in shops are now in FOUR whole Countries worldwide,
and should soon sweep every village and town and workplace known to man. You don't want your local shop to be left out, do you? DO YOU???
And here's the close up, along with human finger for perspective...
The text for those too lazy to click on the pic to enlarge it is
Don't bring your horse to Tesco
He'll only let his mess go
The staff'll say "You'd best go"
When he scutters in the aisle
Look at the last few posts for other partakers tales