WHAT NOW ARE THE
THINGS WE ENJOY?
Festive occasions ring bells of their
own. But where are the tattoo'd ladies
of old? I am wondering this in the new
vestibule of the waterfront hovel. Or,
rather, they call it now 'Social Reception
Area.' Towns do that now, or did, at least,
before the Virus put everyone in their
place. No more will 1700 people in a
revel'd trance listening to smarty-pants
music and gorging on hot dogs and soda
do. So what happens now, I ask you.
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The roundabout has a hump in the
middle, and the seating is inadequate
for five. The kids can't graduate and,
man alive, no communal pig roast
can survive.
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