Monday, November 12, 2018
Friends, Dangers, Compliments
-I remember both sisters.
Pig-Tailed. Mega-Cute.
Irrepressible!
-With Ginger, that’s now
GRRRR-epressible!
-Angry?
-Pope a Catholic?
-He tries. But...uh?...has
she destroyed men?
-Just three up to now.
-And Mari?
-Only partials. Accidents really.
-The two should pool their
resources.
-Strange you should put it
that way! Why I called.
-ME? As sloppy-ass target?
Cut it out!
-IN!
- Crazy! Where’s the challenge?
-They see one. Or just wish
to play.
-Ridiculous! But...I begin shaking.
-Body being a wise man. Babbling next!
-What can I do?
-Smart question. Give them your
Yankee passes for a few nights.
Diversion! Players being as fresh
as you’re Old Shoe!
-They’ll forget?
-UGLY Old Shoe!
-I depend on my historical family then?
-Good move! Proctologists see
prettier daily.
Labels: Fatal Woman, feminine anger, scapegoat, sisters
Saturday, August 04, 2018
Sis
The weepy girl
must cry over milk,
spilled or whole.
I tell her I prefer the latter for donuts.
She says, “You like dunking?
Go dunk yourself!”
Her tougher sister varies this last.
Labels: sisters, spilled milk
