The clouds form a map of the UK in the sky <br />then morphs into a white Troglodyte, but due <br />to an aberration in cloud formation and my <br />fixation on all things English, I find another <br />map of England up high in the shining white <br />which also morphs into a white Troglodyte, <br />clearly a regular pattern in Cumulus cloud <br /> <br />Again I wondered why all radio stations play <br />horrible electric music without resonance, the <br />piped voice of an alien being singing hallo-o-o <br />-oh over and over while the electric keyboard <br />repeats the same rhythmic pattern, the only <br />word to describe this tinny sound is Ardentinny <br />and my reaction of lightning destruction of brain <br />cells can only be called Ardslignish <br /> <br />With hubby driving, I must endure this Araglin of <br />hellish sounds so he can be happy and content <br />while complaining endlessly about errant drivers <br />not making way as he makes his imperial approach, <br />I never use expletives like he does, I store my anger <br />while listening how drivers incur his wrath <br /> <br />When I take the wheel I unleash my Ardslignish on my <br />fellow road-hogs while singing happily at the top of my <br />voice, no Ardentinny unleashing Araglin for me, I sing <br />with the Beach Boys and croon with Elvis Presley… <br /> <br /> <br />Ardslignish, Ardentinny and Araglin: See “The Meaning of Liff” <br />by Douglas Adams, I have taken some liberty with his <br />dictionary, pp.6+7.<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-12-10-unleash-my-ardslignish/