A most peculiar BANG was heard one silent night:
Snap - Crackle - Pop, the echo sounded much the same.
The people in the Loetschenthaler Valley
sat up in featherbeds to see what might
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Reminds me of the provenance of the phrase 'rule of thumb' over here, there is argument as to whether it was a thumb sized bruise or the stick for beating your wife was to be no more than a thumb width.
Opinions expressed in my poems do not always reflect those of the management. This was written for my good friend Fredy H. whose Swiss roots have totally, irreversibly entangled him.