Many thanks....
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Well, what could I tell nanny about your blogs?
It was difficult, so many words, almost mind-blowing.
I think I got a bit confused when I told her.
Anyway, here goes!
Nanny… So how is their health?
They're hypoglycaemic…or was it anaemic?
They found a bloodsucker! ( in German "Blutzucker")
They're obsessed with their feet and the shoes that they wear
Scarce a day goes by when they don't purchase a pair!
Russell is especially agitated
He says that his have been amputated!
Ankles are twisted, remedies listed,
Chafing butts and infected toes
Are just a few of their reported woes.
Nannie Oh dear …but what are they getting to eat.?
That there is a clear and simple link
Tween what we eat and what we think
Is not known to them!
They worship the great God Cheese
Who wallows in foaming yellowish ease
At every stop upon their way.
They feast at his hideous fat-filled Altar
Till their hearts begin to stutter and falter.
Nothing can succour them and their kind
Till Switzerland is far behind!
Nanny… Ohhh! But are there some lovely views?
There are lots of lovely mountains
And black and frozen fountains
The Moench, the Jungfrau and the Eiger
(Or was it the Geiger??)
But here's a strange thought
They don't look where they ought
Something below holds their gaze
Base product of bovine ways
Occupies their every waking thought!
So my duty is to tell them this
"It's time for the sublime!
Stop thinking of grime!"
Nanny Dear me.. Surely there is lovely bird-song - and chimes of distant bells??
They talk so much of living in hell!
And blame it all on the poor cowbell!
Legions of cows pursue them all day
Till Russell swears there'll be hell to pay
And if this cacophony weren't enough
The Alpenhorns are doing their stuff!!
Calm and peace are what they seek
But seek this in vain on the Alpine peaks!!
Nanny Oh dear,, but I'm sure they are all enjoying being together?
Oh yes they're such a happy band
Like toddlers skipping through the sand.
No talk of stragglers falling behind
The Obergruppenfuhrer is much too kind
And what about their education
Re each and every nation
Their sovereign eyes gaze down upon?
Their leader guy in vain does try
His troops are proving study-shy!
Talk is of foot rubs and drogeries
Of chocolate bars and yet more cheese!
Such chat their Fuhrer must displease!
Nannie You tell me such a tale!
Like Jonah and the whale!!
I know they're all well
Despite the cowbell !!
Just send them my love
I'll forget the above!!
