A brown floor.
A brown rug.
A brown couch.
And above it all, an empty wall.
No pictures.
No words.
Only the sound of the wheel.
And the Sadness (or surprise).
Hearsay, each word is true.
As he starts to exclaim.
Oh dear! Oh bloody-knight!
Oh cowzy! Oh foul-nasty!
Oh rotten! Oh turtle-shudders!
Oh bloody-unbelievable!
I’ve lost my pocketbook!
I’ve smashed it all to pieces!