Worn to church, Mothers Day 2016
The things we do
Country Fairby Charles Simic
If you didn’t see the six-legged dog,
It doesn’t matter.
We did, and he mostly lay in the corner.
As for the extra legs,
One got used to them quickly
And thought of other things.
Like, what a cold, dark night
To be out at the fair.
Then the keeper threw a stick
And the dog went after it
On four legs, the other two flapping behind,
Which made one girl shriek with laughter.
She was drunk and so was the man
Who kept kissing her neck.
The dog got the stick and looked back at us.
And that was the whole show.
on the upside:
Downtown Waukesha progress
Cement pour at 5 Points 5-12-16
Eddie Condon sings
Nobody's sweetheart now
with Red Nichols and his five pennies
It Was a Cinch
But now it’s a non-functioning belt watch
Even though hitched to its last notch
The buckle hangs loosely down
The baggy pants staying up barely on their own
Get out the leather punch
Oh devout partaker of the lighter lunch
Does not your wan exhibit make the fat man sour?
Your downcast belt laments:
Don’t Get Around Much Any-mahw-er!
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