Where Will Pcw Stop First

The bargain master peddler man rides into town two times a year. We gather at the road, begging him to come to our house first, “please dear!” He is riding a persnickety particular parenthesis caravan walker without fear. The PPCW makes all of the decisions, the BMPM follows to avoid a big jeer. He will be here when he is here, our ancestors tell us. Relax. There’s a cheer! PPCW has chosen a house, somewhere down the road. I lend a clear ear. They are newcomers to town. They are rude, impoliite and they drink beer! The PPCW has stopped at their home, and the BMPM is unloading his gear!