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
Thursday, February 05, 2015
The Attractions of Stupid
-Grandpa, is everybody in Stupid, stupid?
-No, Haspel, we got mad at each other once
upon a time, and some people started a new town.
They said a modern one, not fuddy-duddy.
-Fud...?
-Old.
-Like you?
-Precisely.
-Mommy name old!
-Isolde? A pretty name, Haspel!
When the child left, his pockets stuffed with
cookies, the newlyweds swept in. Damn near
40, both, he mused, and acting like kids.
His other daughter, Mauve, spoke first. "Well, we're
moving to Stupid!"
"Yeah, everything's new there!"
"Daddy calls it Flashtrash," laughed Mauve.
"Then you'd love our new apartment. All the latest!
Furnished! We even got to pick the colors of the
appliances and bathroom!"
"So we picked mauve, of course! We even have a mauve
bidet!" He loved her the less for this last degrading idea.
"Is there even a bidet in this ancient burg?" hubby inquired.
"Of course, my Simple Love. To cool the Ahhhfter Dinner Wine!"
"Ah! Ahhhfter Dinner wine! Separates us from the savages!"
They went on in this Saturday Night Live manner, Grandpa
merely smiling. After some moments, they turned serious,
started using Stupid Borough’s proper name...after some
Rock 'n Roll chanteuse.
The couple leaves, and he finally realizes he has failed
with Mauve. The idiot was never his responsibility.
He pours an after-dinner wine. Not the accepted time,
but why not be daring?
Labels: bidet, Conservative, daughter, flash, fuddy-duddy, marriage, Rock 'n Roll, town, wine
