A World With Too Little Time For Humour Poem by Terence George Craddock

Deluke there is a town about 139 km from my hometown in New Zealand called Hokitika, supposed to take 1 hr 49 minutes to drive there along a coastal mountain highway. They have a wildfood festival there once a year, the crystallized native worms, actually quite big and yellow, before shot through with spirits are wonderful. We should to that together.

In Jakarta Indonesia we ate ripe durian by the side of the road, best at night out of the hot sun. Durian grows on trees, I love the taste, some do not, it is the alcohols (primarily ethanol) in it that makes you drunk if you eat to much, as we can easily do. Many Muslims I knew in Indonesia love durian, because Allah made it to be eaten, so they can eat and feel very mellow, or worse, but happy.

Excellent one again. We have to lighten up and laugh some more. Ehhh....we eat mopane worms before they become butterflies in the stomach....delicious....There a mopane tree at my farm....no harm...no barn. Anyway Terry we will split our ribs with mirth notwithstanding

I agree but I can't find the wit or the comedy, except black comedy, at the moment the times are grey and at times black. Strange how on of the smallest things in nature, the virus, can have caused such such a tsunami