Alpaca
The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on.
I saw that digit yesterday, encroaching on my lawn.
Begone, begone I cried aloud,
Thou foul and evil thing –
And then before a dewdrop formed, a telephone did ring.
Telegirl: (lovely voice, fish fry in the cookpot of mid-afternoon fantasy – she knows your name, although it is not to be revealed just yet.) Alpacas are the animals that are changing your life today!
Poet: Okay.
T: Okay!
P: I think you dialed the wrong…
T: Did you know that Dick Cheney has invested heavily in the alpaca industry? The alpaca industry is the future of the future!
P: Aren’t alpacas kind of like some sort of a sweater?
T: A sweater? A goldmine is more like it!
P: Are you calling locally?
T: Here, take a look at these wonderful animals!
P: Because if it was a local call, I was thinking… you know, I can’t see HTML Over the phone… Good lord! What the hell are those things?
T: Alpacas!
P: Are they good?
T: Yes, very, very good.
P: Tasty, huh? Well, let me try ordering a couple of steaks, mmm, and maybe half a dozen chops.
T: You have to cut them yourself.
P: What?
T: You have to cut them yourself. We sell the entire alpaca.
P: Oh.
T: You would have to go to Peru or somewhere to find them in steak format.
P: Oh.
T: Sorry.
P: So, like do you grow alpacas your self?
T: It’s the best thing I’ve ever done!
P: Really?
T: I’d call them a huggable investment!
P: Let me check my wallet… | 
