All Over the Place

Poem, With Attorney

Christ bowls Lubbock,
his shirt a coiling

dragon. “Boy! That’s
some mouth you got on

you!” rags Lily Fowler
from opposing club.

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a/ Was there more?

p/ That’s it.

a/ Doesn’t tie much up. Well, anyway, State says hate crime.

p/ Cut it out!

a/ Times they are a-sensitive. Anyway, just worried twenty percent on that one. Civil case also.

p/ Now you’re definitely kidding.

a/ Well, he’s not. Judd Crofter of Ledge, Nevada contends you stole his Christ bowling idea.

p/ Lubbock too?

a/ No, Aberdeen.

p/ Which one? Maryland? South Dakota?

a/ The original, Scotland. And lawn bowling. Everybody in white.

p/ There y’go! Almost no resemblance!

a/ His attorney gleeful!

p/ Well if you can’t fight this absurd one...?

a/ Settle.

p/ What for?

a/ Few thousand

p/ No, I mean...!

a/ Not much. Thank God it’s only a lousy poem. Not respected on all the Wall Streets to put it mildly.
Had uncle sold crooked life insurance door to door. At family parties, he had a nice way of talking.
We called him the poet.

p/ Did he peek under the little girls’ pinafores also?

a/ Take out checkbook while I make the call. Dealing with peanuts like this, important to work fast.