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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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