Oh, Holmes of Theranos fame, dost face
An earthly trial, shackled and confined,
Within a prison's walls, ye seek God's grace
And inmates' friendship rare, perchance to find.

In Turkey's realm, where Erdogan doth reign,
The people vote, for power hangs in wait,
Their voices speak, mid chaos and great strain,
In hopes to shape their lands and seal their fate.

Hark! Plush companions for the babes, now sought,
By weary souls, who covet soft embrace,
As Jellycats, with human mien distort,
Bring solace to the heart, and laughter's trace.

by Brother Arnulfus

a centaur