In the land of Meridia,
The customs are peculiar.

The king, for instance, likes to play,
a blue violin made of hay.
The queen, who sucks her thumb till now -
While sleeping on the back of a cow,
Insists that her people specialise,
In sticking nails in oily mice.
The son of the widow's mother's cat,
Likes to catch burnt pigeon in an old velvet hat.
The king's brother eats in plates,
Made of dark cashew chocolates.
The family's royal horned stag,
Likes to gossip talk and brag.

But weirder than them are still,
The folks living on 'Oliton hill

For example let's say,
If they have a sneeze - ae,
(That's what they call,
A sneeze that's very small)
They backflip and front-roll,
And jump and then skip,
Till they are thin as a whip!
You may be thinking that I am joking,
You think I have gone mad?
But guess what you all are wrong,
Cause these places exist.

Sunshine blogger award(4th nomination)

Thanks a lot to Dear Kitty. Some blog to nominate me aka The Alchemyst for the sunshine blogger award. I hope the thanks that my words should emit reaches you 😇.

The rules of the Sunshine Blogger Award are:

Thank and mention the blogger who has nominated you by linking to their blog.
Insert the logo of the Sunshine Blogger Award in the post.
Answer the eleven questions that are posed to you.
Nominate eleven bloggers [and link to their blogs].
Formulate eleven questions to be answered.
Indicate the rules of the nominations.

The answers to the questions asked to me:

1. Who is your favourite artist?

I don’t understand what you mean by artist. If you mean someone who draws, then it’s me. (I am not boasting or anything, I am just amazing at drawing).

2. Who are your three least favourite prominent people in politics?

Sorry to say but I am still young and don’t want to get my big head inside politics. (Sorry it’s too boring for me).

3. Who are your three least favourite prominent people in business?

I dunno.

4. Which is your favourite bird species?

Ruby – throated hummingbird

5. Which is your favourite mammal species?

Dolphins, dolphins, dolphins and always dolphins 😃

6. What is the best thing which happened to you in 2019?

My birthday 🥳

7. Which film did you see, but wish in retrospect you had not bothered to see?

The conjuring (too scary for me)

8. Which book haven’t you read yet, but would like to read?

Pride and prejudice

9. If you would be invited to make a space journey, then to which solar system planet would you like to go?

Earth. I prefer to stay on ground.

10. To which country where you have not been yet would you like to go?

Jordan. Without a single doubt Jordan.

11. If WordPress would stop, would you continue to blog elsewhere?

I just hope WordPress never stops 😉, but if it does I will surely write somewhere else.

My 11 questions:

  1. Tell us about a thing you did but now wish hadn’t?
  2. Favourite pet?
  3. Your favourite blog?
  4. Your favourite cartoon as a kid?
  5. The funniest thing that happened to you in 2019?
  6. A book you loathed with every ounce of your heart.
  7. What’s your favourite avenger?
  8. The best movie you ever saw?
  9. How many lies have you said in your life?
  10. Do you like insects?
  11. Do you like me?

My nominees:

  1. http://thedaysofthedarksheep.home.blog/
  2. http://iwantguitar.food.blog/
  3. http://bluntscatteredoceans.home.blog/
  4. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/99837085
  5. https://vedantable.wordpress.com

Sorry for the lack of nominees,

Yours sincerely,

Nico, The Alchemyst

To Paint A Painting…

The artist’s skilled hands,

Moved effortlessly through the scene,

Entwining the different shades,

Of red, blue and green.

There comes a tree,

With fair golden boughs,

Then came the men,

With their fantastic lores.

Down splashes the sea,

With a tremendous roar,

‘Ere comes the poacher,

Dead lies the boar.

There are myths, fantasies, tales and more,

Beasts, humans, creatures and gore.

There’s a door at the right,

With a cat standing behind.

There are 27 wolves, with teeth that smell,

There is the clock tower of London and a ching Chong bell!

Then with a wave and a flourish,

The artist is done,

With a smile and a nod,

He sits and sighs at the sun.

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