Monday, May 1, 2017

9472. OPEN, THIS RAFT OF IMPONDERABLES

OPEN, THIS RAFT OF IMPONDERABLES
When the Katzenjammer kids were coming home,
the whole town turned out : the mysterious guys
with the dark, banker's suits, the young girls still
wishing for mates, the detectives, standing right
straight. No one knew why there were returning,
nor did anyone know where they'd been; those kids.
I stopped by, just at the right moment, for the free
refreshments  -  cupcakes and slices of pineapple
pie. Soda pop, chocolate milk. I guess there was
more, but I didn't pry. (Even though some of
the older gents looked looped). A part of
me wondered why. The other part 
didn't care at all.

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