Sharp Thin And Celestial Blue

Kierkegaard feels in his pockets again.

Nothing. No, wait! It's still there.

As if it could fall through a hole made by bamboo sticks!

Found it? asks Lauren.

Yes, says Kierkegaard. It's here.

Lauren makes a mental note to find out what it is.

The door opens. Belle and Marie have arrived with the pizzas.

Six large ones.

Clear the table, says Belle.

That means you crabs, and you fish, says Terence.

Meaning us? asks Alexander-Red-Hook.

Are you deaf? says Terence.

We crabs need a quiet place, says Alexander-Red-Hook.

Why? asks Terence.

Hurry up! says Marie. Clear the table.

I'm doing it, says Terence.

But he isn't.

First he needs to find somewhere to put them.

This is a shop. There are knick knacks.

There are shelves that keep knick knacks in place.

There are gaps, between some of the knick knacks.

If he shoves the knick knacks along there'll be space on that shelf.

Easy peasy.

He transfers the crabs, the fish ( unlucky) and lastly the pickle jar containing Alexander-Yellowsun to the shelf.

Happy? says Terence.

They all look happy except for the fish (unlucky) whose mouth is still turned down in sadness,

So why did you need somewhere quiet? asks Terence.

We're composing a eulogy for Alexander-Retro, says Alexander-Red-Hook.

I'm doing it, says Alexander-Groovy, because he asked me.

We're all doing it, says Alexander-Curly.

But I'm the main one, says Alexander-Groovy.

Have you started? asks Terence.

Potentially, finished says Alexander-Groovy. Listen:

Alexander-Retro
The boldest among us
Lies in a bin
Near the general store
Pierced by glass shards
Sharp and thin
And celestial blue.
Alexander-Retro
The boldest among us
Though his deeds were few.

Woo! says Terence. That's the best poem ever!

But Alexander-Red-Hook, Alexander-Curly and the little fish (unlucky) have heard better.