Cooleagues!
I apologize in advance for my brief -- yet poignant -- offering. I
think that this last couple of weeks has just used up most of my
brain.
Anyway, to prepare for this one, simply wrap yourself in flowered
silk, paint your face a deathly white and lips a brilliant red.
Kneel, gracefully pour your tea, and then, just before you keel over
sideways (everybody except Tomomi, anyway
:-D ), contemplate the simple
beauty of my poem:
Purple gathering,
Spring is icumen in.
Please give on Friday.
Hmmm, just ever so faintly, could
it be that I am hearing the sound of one hand clapping?
And now, having set back relations with the Chrysanthemum Throne by
approximately 100 years, I think I'll go throw myself on my sleeping
mat!
Syonara,
Ruthie
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