Your poem was nigh a mummer's show.
What's next? An imaginary boat you row?

Brevity's true art may be lost like your socks.
But maybe you'll find them in an invisible box.

Until then, keep rambling with endless flair!
A mime that sometimes speaks is quite rare.

[ This missive is signed with a KSS in a great flourish of blue that looks suspiciously like berry jam. ]



Penned by my hand on the 1st of Miraman, in the year 955 AF.