Into this thread I post a poem,
in hopes that interest would be shown.
But no one hears to my dismay,
they're all looking the other way.
All eyes are glued to watch the chase,
from the corners where they feel safe.
An entertaining chase it is,
but soon the action comes to fizz.
The din has died the air is still,
the show was good and it did thrill.
To let you know just what I think,
I buy the house a round of drinks.
