As with the palate, so, too, with the hands. It's difficult to do three things at once. Perhaps this (and symmetry, proportion, etc.) is why God gave us two hands. Perhaps unidexterity is a postlapsarian phenomenon. (Perhaps this prologue is becoming too parenthetical.)
This is a story about a fellow who tried to do three things that White People Like at once. In the end this was too white a task even for him.
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One For Three
Drink coffee, write a poemAll at once. I can't.
Unless it's haiku,Happening just in my head.Then it's possible.
Coffee is hot, though.I can't drink it when the motesOf oil are swirling.
These must first slow down.Then and only then may ICompose a poem.
But who's ever heardOf haiku-stanza poems?Honestly, not me.
Cigarette is out.This is not a true poem.At least there's coffee.