Sunday, March 10, 2013
The Walk
He happened to stare
into The Bonnie Tart.
His exes at tea and
they beckoned him.
"So what are you two plot-
ting?" came out with
double the edge
he intended. "I'd say
laughter," laughed
Mizbeth. "And I'd add
giggling," giggled Lil.
Nothing about ex-husbands,
they insisted, reminding that
they knew each other
before him. "Just wonderful
plain old gossip!" Mizbeth
stressed. “But actually we
were plotting.”
“Yeah! Putting a dome of glass
over this weird borough and
having sex professors come
study it!” So, true girltalk. Thus tacked
he from the most surreal of it. Though
not before a humongous chocolate
chip cookie they treated him to.
On the net that evening he found it among
eleven bombshell foods and popped a Zantac.
Labels: divorce, ex wife, girltalk, gossip, Health, net, Zantac
