The Minute

Picture a room; not too small and not too large. Within it stand two fellows, one too small and one too large. The small one has a voice too loud; the large one has a voice too meek. They stand both on chairs of equal size, and both do rest their hands upon a table proper-sized.

Now clear the picture, and ignore it; the above makes no real sense. For the truth ‘bout both the fellows: neither’s either small, nor large; not one of them has spoken, nor are they sitting down. There is no table, and nor are they inside. Their hands can’t rest – you wonder why?

I don’t know either, why would you ask? – I tell but lies, all of these ha’nt happened, and you’ve wasted but your time.