Does anyone think what I'm thinking,
That the snows slowly building, not sinking,
Hope to now ski all day,
Then at night go and play,
In the bars when we're on the lash drinking.
I like your little poem - it's funny,
But alas now Bulgaria is sunny,
The snow has all gone away,
It's like a bright summers day,
So stay at home mate and save your money.
Oh Nudger that's bad news I fear,
To a glass eye you'd sure bring a tear,
leaving nothing to chance,
we'll all do our snow dance,
and get pissed on that very cheap beer.
Beware of the Bulgarian Beer it's rough,
You might find 9 or 10 is enough,
But then instead of skiing,
You'll spend all day peeing,
and wish you'd paid more to drink the better stuff.
I feel out of my depth.
Can't compete with your poetry in motion.
However, back to the original subject matter "Optimistic Prose" I think you're going to the right place.
If it's prose you're after then you should be optimistic. They assemble in the big hotels from about 9 o'clock