The first time ever I saw Fib Sunday

Happy new year, dear reader. Never thought I'd feel this way and I've got to say that I just don't get it.

Heute is Fib Sunday, my love, not just the first day of the Chinese year. If you don't know what's going on or indeed what Fib Sunday is, click here to read the original instructions. Go on, you know you want to.

Go on!

In brief:

1) I take the topic as given in last week's final entry, write a Fib and give a new topic.
2) Your reply to the topic is in the form of a Fib in the comment section.
3) You then supply the next topic.
4) The next visitor replies with a Fib on the newly given topic and then provides a new topic and so on...

A Fib is a six line, twenty syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the Fibonacci sequence. An example of a classic fib:

One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

Last time, Brian left us with the topic of Oscar Wilde. My response (with hard labour):

Boys,
Boys,
Go now.
Oscar's dead.
Please tell all your friends:
He could not take the Eucharist.

Next topic:

North Carolina