Grimbeau

Ton up!

Long room erupts; wild whirligigs;

Zimmer frames defenestrated, joyous

Grimbeau: shy, retiring, dragged to his feet,

Takes bows, shakes hands, dodges back slaps, and utters:

‘Good feeling suffuses each and every

fibre of  my being to all of you from the pit

of the bottom of my heart and lungs that follow

these dribblings, scribblings, and other odd things..’

One day pass two hundred posts; shortly later,

today in fact, reach a century of readers.

Chuffed, warmed, valued, charmed,

and happy as a happy chap can be.

Whomsoever you are, or are not, may

the road rise with you along the way.

Never been much good

at saying thanks.

So, thanks.