Monday, October 24, 2016



“Time on my Hans!” she blurted when the huge mantel clock
fell on boyfriend him.

Allied Fire Insurance it advertised in metal script above
wrought-iron roses.

Anyway, she couldn't think of the word clock in the emergency.

Oh well, yet another of her unconscious puns.

She made them and the rest of us went nuts, dancing
and singing.

This occasion: to Time On My Hands.

Except Budgee. She helped her get the clock off him.

“I’m not clever,” insisted she again. This time
to the busy dancers. “But I make everybody crazy!”

One thing she was, beautiful,

Acknowledged by all, youthful sacrilegious celebration

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