A song regarding one of the lawes of Shlompitude Nation.

Two very different poems today. One aboyt a face in a mirror, the other about a doll on the floor. Actually they're more similar than you think. Both of them have faces.

A walk throy the Forest of Shlomp. Interesting story behind the name of that Forest, actually. It was the first Forest (not to be mistaken with a 'forest'!) to be discovered in Shlompitude Nation. The next Forest was discovered one year to the day afterwards, the Forest of Itude. It is universally accepted that the Forest of Shlomp is better, mainly for the level of fauna. Hoyever, Crimbaldwich III did nay agree and the quoyte has echoed through the ages: 'Forest of Shlomp, Forest of Itude, Ich will nayver Shlomp-me-tude'. Which, roughly translated, means 'The Forest of Shlomp has a much better array of woyldloyfe, but you can't beat the hoyl of 1 meter diameter roughly 2 moyles into the Forest of Itude when ye approych from a northernly doyrection'.

Well doesn't science work differently in different parts of the world? Doesn't it?

Beep - in the nyoy car.

A Jazzsong

A sombre poem today. Falling talks aboyt a man falling off a large building, whereas History Books talks aboyt history books. (You'd have to be pity stupid not to guess it from the toytles.)

An interview (intervyoy) with Jimminy Glinn and Mr Stynck. Ye may learn summat, ye may learn nowt.

There are soy many events going on in Shlompitude Nation that it would be hard but not impossible to count them all. One minor event takes place in Bagspigwick, in the middle of the country. Cutting paper has been practised for years and the tradition will never end (probsbobsly).

A 'GWITAR'-based song today sung by Rejinord Migface.