I jumped into a wrestling match with two babies and a rattle. I was hopeless, it seemed. I never did come close to understanding the riddle that is conundrum. Only beefsteak hallelujahs and tomato pies. As a stickler for steering wheels, gas pedals and emergency brakes, I never saw it coming. Much as I made candy, the more I had to make a pitstop. Wanton meandering cost me the prize, so I always surrendered to the other side. It wasn’t a pretty scene. Rather gross and ineffective, if I do say so myself. I had no homeliness to caricature, but only bananas and grapes. I didn’t see the end coming. Just a shady beginning.