Snowstorm in Shangrila There is a country not too far away where it’s an offence not to take offence at just about everything people say. It is a place where there is no defence against solid snowflakes structured of steel who niftily knead into numbchuckers. Be careful, don’t say how you really feel, where intruders are treated as suckers.   If you write a poem tick all boxes by patting all sub strata on the back. They are cunning and ferocious foxes who will take serious offence if you’re slack.      I think I’ll just throw this sonnet away…