Thursday, March 21, 2013

 
The Owner


The mayor begged, so he drove one of the Lincoln
convertibles in the victory parade.

The baseball champs were merely minor league,
but tell that to the crowd!

Each back seat held two players, and in the passenger seat a civic stalwart. 

Except in his case he somehow got the Catcher’s voluble Dominican wife, 
who showered him with Spanish and kisses-–TV cameraman running alongside.

“Please,” he implored--though not much could happen
at ten miles an hour--“me honcho automobile. No safe!”

“Si si si!” and kept kissing him.

When the parade ended, he got to his company.
Bonnie, Prince, and Charlie were fielding calls.

Charlie saying "Mr Higgins, how are you?
More to the point, how’s that daughter
who wins all the prizes? Listen, I just
have to take a few seconds to straighten
out this hysteric on the other line.
So, please hold. A few seconds guaranteed!"


A 100% from the boss on that one. Make it personal
and light, the first commandment.

He found out, too, that Prince and Bonnie had
fielded some new business.

So all had gone well with the Royal Trio.

Upon going to bed that night, Carrie laughed
"You were smooching it up pretty good with
Conchita Fireball!"

"She wouldn't leave me alone!"
 

"Corky and Mickey on the sports show claim
the video could go viral."

"Hope not! I probably look silly."

"Of course you do! And it's a good thing."

"Uh...could I take two Zantacs? They're only 75s."

"Yeah, be daring."

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Comments:
A great day at the car lot!
 
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