Some sad news about Kate. And tragically, it appears she has meet some kind of foul play – and just when we were going to give it another try to work things out.
Perhaps it was wishful thinking, maybe I was just sap. I thought after out break up we could figure out a way to work it out. She said she couldn’t leave her home, I needed to get back to mine. She always was a little more rigid than I.
So I packed up and loaded the canoe. I know flowers wouldn’t just fix things, but it couldn’t hurt. Maybe paddling and portaging them all the way there might be some kind of gesture and maple her heart strings a bit.
We tried our best, but we couldn’t make it all the way to Kate’s home in one day. We were bushed. We’d have to camp out. Nancy didn’t know what we were doing, but she liked that we were doing it.
This is how a young man (yes, I said young) portages to his girlfriend. You do these things fir loved ones.
We made it nice and early, spruced up with clean clothes and a new hair cut. Man, I should have worn my good hat.
But suddenly, we saw a tragic scene.
What?! No, knot this … It couldn’t be!
There was no doubt as I approached, finding the remains. Kate Moss had been the victim of some sycamore crime.
Oh! the anguish was unbeleafable.
Poor Kate Moss. Just left there.
Distraught, I couldn’t just leave her there.
I decided Kate Moss needed a proper goodbye. Nancy was also very saddened, as you can see.
Perhaps not a poplar decision, I figured this was the best way to honour Kate Moss’s remains.
The funeral was short and solemn. I think she wouldn’t have wanted a big sappy ceremony.
Most of Kate Moss’s ashes were put to sea (or Lake, I guess).
After the funeral, I returned to the scene of the crime with a proper marker.
Goodbye Kate Moss.
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