‘Where are you going in your furniture van,
Old woman?’ I said as I peered up inside.
‘You inquisitive man.’
She turned with a glare and tartly replied,
‘Go on, get up inside;
Scramble up if you can.’
I climbed through the door,
And there at once saw
A new vacuum-cleaner in parts on the floor.
‘Where are you going with that?’ I enquired.
‘Are you a detective that somebody’s hired?
You’re really most curious.
If you really must know,
I’m off to the mountains to vacuum the snow.’
– by Gregory Harrison