Ultamate Question?

The Ultamate Question.

"It's a party," she said grimacing, "Get in the spirit,
find the flow, dance, eat peanuts, ask yourself
the ultamate question..."
.
"I'm not clever enough," I countered smoothly
and moved to intercept a stray peanut that was
rebounding across the landscape of the room.
.
"Why do you put yourself down?" she snapped anger -
Sage advice and the ultamate queston of my childhood
seared empty air - her skirt swirled over high heels.
.
The mouse snug in the skirting, sang an aria.
drunk over droplet infection (red wine) "a sea
of 42, 42, 42, all your days are passe' -poor drunken fool!"