Yes, it’s not so hard to figure you out from the answers you gave. I had you pegged from the third one. I knew, right then, that your so-called poetry was about crawling around under people’s beds and moving their slippers. I knew that you were the type of person – yes you, Bethany Shields, which is your name, I knew that YOU were the sort to go burrowing around in basements looking for Celtic instruments with which to play distant music that would make me yearn for gnome… I mean, home.
Well it’s not working. I don’t own a red hat and I never will. I will never set one of my gnoems – I mean, poems – to shuffleboard music. And I refuse to wear tights – even if they ARE green.