Pat recently wrote a poem called Ode De Basquette. (If you haven't read it, please do so before continuing.) It praises the basket and claims it is superior to all others, specifically mentioning and disparaging "bags".
Ode To An Old Bag
Any time I need an errand run
I can count on the old bag.
Whether beer or bread or even milk
She's strong though now she sags.
I knew that when I first laid eyes
I'd never settle for less.
I pursued, pleaded, bargained, and now
For many years possess.
She may be getting worn with time
And straining when she works,
But on her I know I can rely.
The old bag never shirks.
And just to make it clear to all,
(On this I stake my life),
In French my bag is called "pannier".
It's not what I call my wife.
Wednesday Night Casual. April 18, 2018
2 days ago