Thursday, March 31, 2022
Girls juswanna
have fun!--SO swee-EEET!
Unluckily, Worlds keen
for WOMEN, so stow away
prom programs&Betsy-Wetsy:
Get to work!
Labels: dolls, fun, girls, women, work
Tuesday, March 06, 2018
Coeds On Academy Awards
-She falls in love with some sort
of amphibious man.
-The rest having gone down
with the disgusting ship?
-Any rats left?
-Always one for me!
Labels: available men., girls, women
Thursday, July 21, 2016
In his old-fashioned neighborhood
the girls still jump-rope
with rhymes
Starting with five girls, the one
about him:
“Old Moe.
He still don't know.
He’s never known it.
It it it it it.”
And continues:
“He’ll never know,
o no!
O ho, ho, HO!”
On the third, emphatic one, a girl
is forced out.
And sits and stares at him, the knives
of her knees wide.
Labels: girls, girls' games, neighborhood activities, rope games, rope rhymes, skipping rope
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Man dropped dead
& did it well
Girls, gathered again on Misty DeLand’s porch for the usual nothing, had witnessed his stumbling demise.
Jeanine: No yukky fluids came outa him. He left dry!
Misty: Wet? Dry? I don’t wanna go any which way!
Doris: No smell neither. I won’t go if I hafta stink!
Jeanine: The Princess!
Misty: Whose farts pollute the whole neighborhood!
Jeanine: But...noiselessly...
Misty: That’s what she’s Princess OF! SBDs!
Doris: Shall I bow to you both for con-whatchacallit-ferring my Title?
Jeanine: Carefully!
Labels: death, dropped dead, girls, hanging out, porch
Sunday, May 29, 2016
The Girl With the Thousand-Mile Stare
-Was born with it.
-But, she didn't seem warmless. There
was...lovemaking, no?
-Perfunctory.
-Whatever was out there ranked higher for her?
-Undoubtedly. Finally joined the Peace Corps.
I'm on her email list. Mostly for pictures.
-Hahongah and his brother climb a Wungsit tree?
-That's about it.
-Enter your very immediate Helen!
-And frenetic. No stare whatsoever. Up and doing!
Eyes like daggers. "Let's get moving! I'm bored
outa my freakin skull!"
-Bit restless, then?
-Like, 101 percent!
-But, not evil in this case?
-No time!
Labels: busy personality, dynamic, female, girls, inert personality, pathology, Peace Corps, personality, stare
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
A Sexual History
The last cruel woman leaves the crude town.
And her mark on the young girls.
Who eventually prove wild and intractable.
The Village Council asks them all to go when
the youngest comes of age.
The young men given a chance to vote through
their representative.
They okay the move.
So, men only, and they fight continuously.
And arm themselves, naturally.
After a year of fatalities, The National Guard raids
one ice-dead of night.
No captives.
The original woman comes back and invites others
via the internet.
They eventually form a squabbling government,
instituting an “Only After Sunset” rule for men.
Labels: fighting, girls, guns, local government, men, National Guard, political squabbles, Sexual Politics, town, women
Tuesday, March 08, 2016
The Defiant One
Her mother and he agreed. Extraction
of the cell phone for a week.
She cried. At the actual imposition, and
continuously during the sentence.
She got it back, and he, somewhat guilty,
agreed to take her and two girlfriends
to see The Bell Bottoms, a throwback
trio of acne-scarred guitarists and “singers.”
An explosion of light and smoke and noise
like car crashes. With girls like his daughter
screaming.
The trio he brought remained enraptured
for two weeks! Such a mooniness is
devoutly to be wished.
If only for its quiet.
Which lasted a while longer. Breathing space.
Then a mid morning call from the principal.
When he arrived, present with her and the two
other girls, Detective Sergeant Del Destry.
Who had stopped them sneaking from the
school, intent on joining the boy band for
its upstate tour.
The musicians knew nothing of the plan...
or so they said.
The Principal wanted them immediately back
in class, and would drive them home after,
conferring with each set of parents thereby.
Mr Ohner, the shop teacher, volunteered to stay
in the car with the ones or one remaining. Until
the final stop.
A well-organized plan to help shatter parents.
The detective ultimately walked him out.
The high school was at the foot of a long,
uphill avenue.
“What do you see when you look up there?”
“Busy street. Cars.”
“I see a parade of psychologists and social workers.”
“And an end result of...misery?”
“Why not try Sister Veronica?”
The retired nun ran a soup kitchen at St Luke’s.
His Cindy there? mused he. No way!
Way. She became indispensable.
Persuaded him and his wife to help out at the
Christmas Dinner.
He toasted Sister Veronica after, with cranberry juice.
“We owe you!”
“You owe God.” Didn’t disagree.
Labels: beleaguered parents, boy band, cell phone, defiance, father, girls, Mother, nun, parents, problem girls, soup kitchen, teen behavior
Monday, December 01, 2014
Bad Habits
& the Grammar of Working
Blatch is a calm boss. And somewhat firm.
As a result, the girls fine-tune him, and he them.
But a something wanders. They slack off, and he
proves a beat behind.
A day’s work ruined! And he lights into them!
From his boss...the usual sarcasm.
But the Big Guy emails he’s coming for a
“little walkabout.”
“Anxious to chat, though.” Uh huh?
Marcy had worked there before they married.
“Ominous!” she pronounces. “And, more immediately,
you’ve lost the trust of your girls. Oh well, there’s
time to...”
But there isn’t. He’s transferred to a city a hundred
miles away. A ‘Showcase’ where the girls are in
a retarded program with the State.
“A promotion!” she wisecracks.
How the company is selling it in the business press.
“See you on weekends!”
The silver lining? Marcy will devote all her time
exploring retirement options. She’s super meticulous
in anything like that!
“Did you blink when the Big Guy took you on?” she
asks, the second or fifth weekend in.
“I merely listened.”
“One bad habit!”
“But all the psychologists are always saying...!”
“Next time, beg! An active verb!”
Labels: Big Guy, boss, business, girls, irrational bosses, listening, office politics, retirement, supervision, women in workplace
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Discussion of Depths of Sex in Dishwasher Grasp
-Just let me load the dishwasher. Then we can talk.
-No ironing panties tonight?
-Stop! Macho Man for Macho Machine!
-Whatever. Living with women a conundrum intractable!
-Now listen! Laurie starts rehearsing. You’ll see what I meant.
-"I wanna big cock!"
-Close your door! We can’t hear ourselves think down here!
-I couldn’t have heard that. Laurie! The little girl on the bicycle,
so fresh and alive!
-From Eekee-Ookee Island Mythology. A goddess wants
the Overall God-Honcho to turn her into a male god.
-In Laurie's kinda words at THAT time?
-Nah, Eekee Ookees are softly gentle. Was in the
super-polite language of the pantheon there.
Laurie and the other young women want edge and
bite in their play! So, the change.
-They'll get hell from the school board!
-Those Neanderthals For Christ will be aghast and
sermonizing, but quickly turn to football.
-Does her role consist of the one vulgarity only?
-She's just getting started. And Shop working on a balsa
wood...thing.
-Shop? In a progressive school?
-Communists.
-They really should use the variety called Two-Balsa.
-Sixth grade joke!
-I never got out in my smarmy mind! Anyway, what does
your Bridget think?
-All cheers!
-Stay outa it then. Women thing. Whatchallit?–-Feminism Shit.
-The world's abandoning me at this fuckin dishwasher! My voice
will turn into its gurgles!
-Ah...the girl on the bicycle!
-Crisscrossing my mind in love forever!
-You'll hafta leave room in there for a zealot with a balsa dick.
-This too shall pass...Bible say that?
-It should.
Labels: Drama, girls, penis, role playing, school board, sex
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Most Youthful Curiosity
The Very Young Bride and
Her Younger Girlfriends
LIL
Is it wonderful, Jen?
ROSE
Tell us about it!
JEANETTE
At times, yes.
LIL
Then do tell us about THEM!
ROSE
Nobody ever pulls up the darn curtain!
LIL
That's cuz there nothing behind it!
JEANETTE
Is and isn’t
ROSE
You’d drive a saint crazy!
LIL
Two saints!
JEANETTE
Three.
ROSE
Do you drive yourself crazy, Jen?
JEANETTE
Doesn’t everybody?
Labels: girlfriend, girls, idealism, marriage, youth
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Lord and Lady
-The kitchen girls said the newspapers claim that
miners begged door to door in Mrs Thatcher’s...
-They shouldn’t be reading those Left rags! But...there
you have it with the miners. You can see it clearly.
No pride! Be a cold day in hell before I’d...I’d starve first.
You have my word on that!
-That’s what I loved in you from the start, the stubbornness.
-I mean it! Starve!
-Why are the girls never here for your really good moments?
-They’re where they should be. School.
-But Switzerland is so far!
-I’ll take independent young ladies anytime! Let them bounce
about the world a bit!
-Well, they have their cells. I expect to hear today.
-One would suffice.
-The kitchen girls said the newspapers claim that
miners begged door to door in Mrs Thatcher’s...
-They shouldn’t be reading those Left rags! But...there
you have it with the miners. You can see it clearly.
No pride! Be a cold day in hell before I’d...I’d starve first.
You have my word on that!
-That’s what I loved in you from the start, the stubbornness.
-I mean it! Starve!
-Why are the girls never here for your really good moments?
-They’re where they should be. School.
-But Switzerland is so far!
-I’ll take independent young ladies anytime! Let them bounce
about the world a bit!
-Well, they have their cells. I expect to hear today.
-One would suffice.
Labels: class, girls, Lady, Lord, miners, Thatcher
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Speech
Though L didn't like giving the speech to girls, he was
next when the occasion came up at the country club.
Intelligence had revealed that agents listened to girls
primarily, their news of boyfriends giving many clues
as to troop movements.
“Ladies,” he began, “it's a simple enough message:
Loose Lips Sink Ships. Was made famous in World War 2.”
“They're numbered! I thought it was a perpetual state!”
moaned Lisa.
“Plenty of time for questions after!” he told her.
But she and Gwen never stopped chatting, newly impelled
by the sight of a young man on the putting green.
“See! I told you! Cutest butt ever!”
It was as if the young man knew they were watching-–
much leaning and stretching to retrieve golfballs
from holes. Gwen and Liz emitted sucking sounds
and said he was murdering them.
L soldiered on and finished his talk. There were no questions.
He gave an account when he got back to the office. Dr T
announcing "Hey! I had three girls and they were empty
heads for a good while. Then...overnight! And some have
driven everybody crazy in the silly phase, but then led
rebellions to shove Dad from the top slot in the firm!”
“Nice. There's hope. I...got the name of this young man who perfects his game while others fight and die.”
Dr T read the scrap of paper and crumpled it up for his
pocket. "We can’t go there. Nobody can."
"But Sir, this kid...!”
“Stop there or you'll sound like the enemy. They DO
take it to extremes.”
Though L didn't like giving the speech to girls, he was
next when the occasion came up at the country club.
Intelligence had revealed that agents listened to girls
primarily, their news of boyfriends giving many clues
as to troop movements.
“Ladies,” he began, “it's a simple enough message:
Loose Lips Sink Ships. Was made famous in World War 2.”
“They're numbered! I thought it was a perpetual state!”
moaned Lisa.
“Plenty of time for questions after!” he told her.
But she and Gwen never stopped chatting, newly impelled
by the sight of a young man on the putting green.
“See! I told you! Cutest butt ever!”
It was as if the young man knew they were watching-–
much leaning and stretching to retrieve golfballs
from holes. Gwen and Liz emitted sucking sounds
and said he was murdering them.
L soldiered on and finished his talk. There were no questions.
He gave an account when he got back to the office. Dr T
announcing "Hey! I had three girls and they were empty
heads for a good while. Then...overnight! And some have
driven everybody crazy in the silly phase, but then led
rebellions to shove Dad from the top slot in the firm!”
“Nice. There's hope. I...got the name of this young man who perfects his game while others fight and die.”
Dr T read the scrap of paper and crumpled it up for his
pocket. "We can’t go there. Nobody can."
"But Sir, this kid...!”
“Stop there or you'll sound like the enemy. They DO
take it to extremes.”
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Many women talking
jars the universe, yet
girls mid forests,
laughter skip-
ping trees and
static ponds, have
angels pausing
their sweet chords.
Labels: girls, women, women talking
