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)