Shall We Feed the Birds

‘Today is the first day of all the rest’ said the shamble leg man. ‘All other days simple fall one behind the other, a single-file of missed days and in betweens’. ‘That’s absurd indeed’ said the harridan ‘indeed’. The two sat facing one another knee to knee, arms intertwined, faces grimacing and felon. ‘Absurd indeed, quite absurd’ replied the shamble leg man. ‘Why not cozy up, cozy up next to me?’ he asked. ‘I’d rather splash scalding hot water in my face’ said the harridan challengingly. ‘Indeed, scalding hot’ replied the shamble leg man. ‘You are a menace, a menacing menace’ said she to him. ‘So indeed I am' said he to her ‘a menacing menace indeed’. ‘You’re absurdity is quite absurd’ said the harridan, knees knocking, arms intertwining. ‘And menacing’ added the shamble leg man ‘menacingly absurd’. ‘Indeed’ said the harridan ‘indeed you are’. ‘Shall we feed the birds?’ asked he of her. ‘Yes indeed’ she replied ‘with breadcrumbs and curd‘. ‘Indeed yes’ said the shamble leg man. ‘With breadcrumbs and curds…’ ‘And whey?’ asked the harridan. ‘Whey-curds breadcrumbs and sticks of cinnamon?’ said the shamble leg man ‘of course indeed’.