Can I plead that I don't know how...as poor as that excuse?
****** up the tea cups Dad gave me, to thence Drop all to get a hold of him, t'avail-- His dear initials on those twa cups hale Reminders of my father, in defense Of all he's givn me, 'spite my follies, whence O how we talk in lieu of breakfast's scale Of nour'shment! Likeas when we could detail Each other's eye and face--talk--for intents. I knew he'd love the Calhoun County tour-- Twas all both he and Mum had cherished through The years: secluded, off the grid as twere, Nor with the city's echo, quite poor too. It's just the money. What drove me to stir Up independence was that cursed thing's cue.