Everybody found something to keep themselves busy....
Cas locked himself up in his turret and wrote a poem:
FINDING THE YIONTIS IN ITALY....
Somewhere, with a map in palm
Within a large, wet olive farm
Down a thin and bumpy ridge
Turn the corner, across a bridge....
Somewhere, far away from Rome
Is where you'll find the Yiontis home....
Socks are what my Mother is knitting
Drinking tea and quietly sitting.
Father's working out the map.
Or if not, taking a nap...
Sister #1 is on 'Facebook'
Replying or just having a look...
Sister #2 is mostly crying
Then tells on me and is always lying...
Sister #3, she just loves singing
The toilet is where her voice is ringing...
Now I've told you about my family.
See now if you can find me...
All wool farms are out of stock;
Mother's made Italy a sock...
Father's lost and can't get home
Calling everyone on his mobile phone.
The power's gone without a doubt...
Sister #1 has run it out.
If you find us you'll need a boat
Because Sister #2 has cried a moat.
All restaurants have kicked us out...
because Sister #3 will non-stop shout...
And now somewhere in Italy
I'm sure you'll find my family.
By Casimir Paul Yiontis
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