FAREWELL TO ALL THAT (4)
'So, this caravan thing; now, what does it mean? Are you planning to be a recluse?'
'Well, my father tried that and it ended up bad. I don't think so. I can't see the use.'
'Reassuring to hear, my Dear,' said the Priestess.
She continued:
'So, this caravan thing; now, what will you do? Are you planning on writing a book?'
'Well.
I've nothing
To say at the end
Of the day.
I will
Probably sit
Smoke then,
Cook.'
'Sheer poetry,' mused the old hag.
'Well, my father tried that and it ended up bad. I don't think so. I can't see the use.'
'Reassuring to hear, my Dear,' said the Priestess.
She continued:
'So, this caravan thing; now, what will you do? Are you planning on writing a book?'
'Well.
I've nothing
To say at the end
Of the day.
I will
Probably sit
Smoke then,
Cook.'
'Sheer poetry,' mused the old hag.
