FUTILE TRIP

I went there twice

Yes, I retraced my footsteps

But it was no good

All the landowners had left

They took off much earlier

Leaving behind their sifters.

No one - not even the match fixer – mentioned the price

No one thought of the forceps

All thought of the food

Even the not-so-deft

Because each one claimed to be holier

So, what shall we tell our poor sisters?