Vogonwë is quite jealous of that poem, Esty.
Now that we are in the Mire, I have a question -- what kind of state is the Mire in? Are we talking pastoral pre-post-War-of-the-Thing Mire or under-the-dominian-of-Sauerkraut Mire? I have some ideas but am not sure what kind of setting I should use.
Also, something tells me that Vogie's going to have to remember those karate moves from the Bacon Binge....