poem about everything

I've been noodling about, and creating some music, while having no synths or software to speak of; that's Owen's department and he keeps it all locked in a vault in Tingle Towers, whereas I only have my laptop. I've also been trying to get to grips with audacity, the music mixing freeware that you can use to record, mix and put effects on.

Anyway, the results of my experiment with austerity audacity can be heard below, accompanied by an animation evocative of whatever plague it was that saw off Mr Blobby. It will all make sense when you click 'play'.