Searching the internet this morning I found this item.
I then searched for Guerrilla Poetry, on the basis that you can put Guerrilla in front of most things these days.
It’s amazing what you can find.
I really should post a poem here, to stay in the spirit of things.
Clouds come from time to time –
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
Matsuo Basho (1644-94)