Be Deliberate

On one blustery, mid-winter’s morning,
the man at the table asked,
“Is it cold, or is it me?” 
And the wife replied, “Both, you ninny.” 
“Ah,” he said;
said she, “Ah indeed.”

I am disturbed by the similarity of the words, “hope” and “dope.”

Whilst rambling through a book of City poetry, I rambled upon the following line,
“Where my heart will lie
I pray also will lie my brain.” 
I do sorta wish we would dig up and revive this bard, and ask him what he specifically perceived as an alternative possibility to the above.

As one City dude was oftimes wont to say, “After all the kissing and bloodshed has ceased, will Verdi still reign supreme?”  No one seems to have any idea why this person is oftimes wont to say this.

If you can find out how to do it, or even catch yourself in time to do so, here’s what you should do: 
Even in foolishness, be deliberate.

J.