I answer it, then hang up. If she can make the thing stand up in court. Got stuck inside a whirlpool, which began to suck me in. The ONE ball is exquisite. The TWO tastes truly fine.
Dignitaries dot the room, Blithely sipping wine.
Or spill the shredded coconut And orange down her dress. The one time that they sang it. For each game, McNab dresses up like a duck And gets the crowd laughing and cheering with glee. And the ticket-office queue Stretches down to South Peru. The Waste Land is the cruelest poem, sending English majors on a never-ending Quest through reference shelves to figure out What the bloody thing is all about.