Sunday, December 18, 2016
The Idea
Nerksy was pretty sure it was an idea.
Glads confirmed it and congratulated him,
promising a triple chocolate cake.
But her longtime boyfriend, Professor
Yetnov, asked "But what QUALITY
of idea?"
The rest of the gang booed him.
His questions always ruined things.
Labels: critical, friends, gang, hanging out, idea, probing, quality of ideas, questions
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
