Some sensible and practical advice (based on sound reasoning, close observation and awful rhyming.)

Posted on by thedislocatedhippies

The Ubudese live a life of ease

you rarely see their Bali knees

Soloans sweet as honey bees

but ditto with their Java Knees

Folks are playful, kind and squeezy,

(Particularly those in Sulawesi).

Frank Sumatrans do it their way

Orangutans have awful hair days.

But my fellow pale faced friends

If  fearful that your time will end

 All palsy, spots, lumps or seizures

Then hump your swags to…Indonesia.

 

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6 thoughts on “Some sensible and practical advice (based on sound reasoning, close observation and awful rhyming.)”

  1. Bill- time to come home!! The tropical sun is obviously getting to you! Either that or you’ve tried too much of a special mushroom or such like! 🥴🤣🙄😳😉😎

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  4. Such cowardly lines I have to say
    Like the first Noel on Christmas Day
    Fill my heart with deep emotion
    Though twixt us lies a fathomless ocean

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth separately for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They were schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Bros, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, they met each other, stopped punching and started living. Now they are two wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.