Tim smiles. "Oh, my, Cletus, I think you will eat us
out of White House and home. What I was saying
was, about the epiphany, it's eerie, and Tiffany
has her theories, and Stephanie --" Cletus says, "Hear me Tim, if'n he
listens up, he'll just find it dismayin'".

[Please note that Bloglet did not send the previous stanza (# 162). This happens from time to time with Bloglet subscriptions; unfortunately, neither I nor President Lumwedder have any control over it. I might not even notice and thus be able to inform you, so please don't rely 100% on Bloglet to be a perfect record of the narrative -- there might be clues missed. All the verses will be found at http://pipwilson.blogspot.com/ where there is also a sidebar link to the whole poem on my website. Thanks guys.]