A seller and his brother traveled the countryside, searching for great airships far and wide.
The two owned a bicycle shop mounted to their balloon, in operation all months but June.
To the seller, it seemed his brother's happiness was unhidden, but there was one thing the brother never let anyone know unbidden-
He hated the seller with a passion, for every suggestion he had was dismissed in a rather rude fashion.
On a ship they landed with money to spend, their pants they needed to mend.
One night the brother lay in bed, eyes bloodshot and red, smoldering covertly, when the thought hit him curtly:
"I must have the shop," he decided, "ownership undivided."
The next day they were out late, for the brother had promised the seller a date.
"You must be quiet," said the brother, hoping he'd buy it, "she's just round this corner, and I did not forewarn her."
Much to the seller's dismay, there was nothing that way.
"We must have taken a wrong turn," he said with little concern,