Thursday, 21 April 2016

A poet was passing by



'I knew you'd be interested,' Captain Bill explained, 'as soon as I saw you heading this way.'

'But I wasn't heading this way,' Horace replied. 'I was going in a completely different direction when you shouted at me from at least half a mile away and told me to come over.'

'....................................................Quibbling,' said Captain Bill. 'So, what do you think?'

'It's a sack full of old rope?'

'Exactly! Fancy lending me a hoof?'

'Are you throwing it away?' Horace asked.

'Away? No, no! I've just bought it.'

'Why?'

'Because it's rope...it's interesting...and it's not just rope, there's cord and some string as well.'

'And you've just bought it?'

'Yes!'

'With money?'

'Yes!'

'.................................................................Would it be OK if I left now?'

'You don't want to help then?'

'It's just that I promised Norma I'd help her. She wants to pack some hats for the holiday.'

'You're going on it then,' asked Captain Bill, 'this holiday?'

'I thought it might be a good idea,' Horace replied. 'I thought it might help me with my poetry.'

'Really?' said Captain Bill. 'I have to say I'm struggling to see a connection.'

'The six of us could be cooped up together for weeks on end with no chance of getting away from each other.'

'That's possibly the single most depressing thing anyone has ever said to me,' Captain Bill replied.

And Horace nodded and hurried on.  

1 comment:

Gina said...

Still with Capt Bill on this one lol...but ooooh the adventure :D XXX