My nephew, he knows a thing or two…

About all the words that rhyme with shoe

There’s being at the front of the queue and ‘how-do-you-do?’

And please give me a ride on your brand new Skidoo!

There’s Hugh and his crew from Kathmandu

And dad’s cousin who’s suffering from deja vu

There’s the well-to-do, who only eat stew

And the kangaroo who eats vegetable ragu

The Zulu warrior on sundown curfew

And a Guru with a black belt in kung-fu

There’s ‘ooh’ and ‘boo’, we’ll add both of those too

And Lou from Corfu with a large IOU

So Auntie, he says, it is time you outgrew

Your need to rhyme everything, with the word ‘poo’

Like putty in my thought’s clumsy hands

I lived my life as if creating a brand

My ego controlled, while I hid in the wings

Fearful of saying or doing the wrong things

I knew I must trust, must let go of control

Remove myself from anxiety’s payroll

The Universe conspired and gave me a shove

I shifted from my head; my body fits like a glove

No longer a tourist on the journey of life

I don’t indulge in gossip or strife

I listen to my heart, feel all my emotions

To be and to love is far more than a notion

I feel gratitude and joy, deep in my source

Know my King will arrive on a magnificent horse

I’ve been given the time that I needed so bad

Hadn’t realised it was wrapped in something so sad

I feel my power, I am a High Priestess

A loyal friend and a cracking hostess

Nothing to prove to others or to me

Life will simply play out, as it should be

Autonomously being, creates diverse experiences, forever giving happiness internally.

Judgement kills love, makes nonsense of purity, quietens respect, sadly tarnishing…

Underhand values, wield xen yakking Zionists!