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Me and The Zimmer Man - continued

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Me and The Zimmer Man - continued

Anyways, this fella an’ me, we were on a rhyme-spree.

“Bob, ” I asked, “to what now do you aspire?”

To which he replied, in a drawl slow as a  wet week,

 ”A spire? A place no man can dwell”.

This was going to be a long ride, I could tell.

“No, Bob,” said I, wanting to make myself quite clear,

“what I mean to say is: where do you go from here? And

Not just in the geographical sense,

Though in that I have an interest as well.”

To which he replied most cryptically 

“Interest compounds! Fate confounds!”

- a pronouncement with which I could not argue.

Not understanding its import in the least,

 I just nodded as if to concur with this profundity

and once again ventured to elicit

an intelligible response to my enquiry, to wit:

what it was indeed that drove him onwards.

“What I mean to ask, Bob,

What it is I am seeking 

Is simply to know where it is

You’re intending to go from here?”

To which he replied quite stridently

“I ain’t goin’ anywheres that I know of,

But you are surely welcome to string along.”

At this point I could not but help from thinking

That he was thinking this was a song.

“That I would very much like to do, Bob,

“And try to be good company.”

Straightaway I regretted my presumption

That I could  be a welcomed

 traveling companion of his.

“There’s no good company anymore,” he opined,

Pressing hard down on the throttle,

“we passed the last one way back a-piece – 

Now kindly do pass me that bottle.”

 

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