Heigh-ho, the Percolative Pilgrim

Yes, today I met the Percolative Pilgim passing by me on the road.

"Get down!" I said. "Who dat gorgeous woman you are toting?"

The Percolative Pilgrim eyeballed me glumly, his lips forming sounds prefatory to speech. Nothing did he say, but continued percolatively along his way.

The woman de-horsed and straightaway was pitching a tent as the Percolative Pilgrim passed on away, jumbled and askew into the far-reaching distance into which he was attempting to travl, oh yeah.

Quite a beautiful, gilded tent it was!

"Ahem," she said. "I am now receiving visitors." Her clothes were out on the lawn.

Being the logical 'visitor' in question, I unhesitatingly dove forward into the tent to embrace her. I beheld her nakedness and was moved to percolation my own bad self.