CONFUSTICATION continued... to the end
PART FIVE Meanwhile, the Hobbit’s wife in this fable Had gone to the trouble of setting the table With china and candles, all the forks matching handles Then she sat and she watched the clock tick... His most favorite foods grew much over-done while she sat there and gnawed on a dried out bun. As the fine meal turned bad, she got worried, then sad And finally she started to simmer... She pulled off her apron and combed out her hair Then she went to the pub, for she knew they’d be there She... Sign in to see full entry.