I'm writing a paper right now comparing Alexander Pope's poetry to Pablo Neruda's poetry. Whenever people ask me about it I act like it's something I don't want to do, since everyone I talk to hates poetry. But secretly I like comparing enlightenment era poetry to modernist poetry.
For the peasants, I bagged a kilo of fresh tiger prawns, shell on. They don't know what they're missing but everybody's happy drool