Saturday, December 10, 2005
A Good Time
We had a lovely picnic. Really cold chicken and icy beer,
and potato salad to die for.
But then they came pretty close. As instructed, I pressed
the panic button on my cell.
And Force-X read the coordinates.
They did lightning work, but we didn’t allow the children to see
the blood. I don’t agree with today’s philosophy. Let them grow up later.
Colonel Beller introduced himself and accepted some chicken only.
He was lovely. Upright and crisply spoken.
“God you’re awfully decent!” I told him.
“All my boys and girls are. Messy job, but they’re beyond sweet.”
We had a lovely picnic. Really cold chicken and icy beer,
and potato salad to die for.
But then they came pretty close. As instructed, I pressed
the panic button on my cell.
And Force-X read the coordinates.
They did lightning work, but we didn’t allow the children to see
the blood. I don’t agree with today’s philosophy. Let them grow up later.
Colonel Beller introduced himself and accepted some chicken only.
He was lovely. Upright and crisply spoken.
“God you’re awfully decent!” I told him.
“All my boys and girls are. Messy job, but they’re beyond sweet.”
