A poem in iambic pentameter in the style of Vigil well before he got catch at the bath house doing the backstroke with the Emperor’s wife Laybeeus Maximus (my wasn’t that a messy bit of business I’llll tell you) transported by a herd of semi wild Arizonian camels following the same route used by the Donner party and by a odd coincidence the same month with the same level of snow fall same morbidity rate (now isn’t that rather odd I’lllll say) What was the question?