SKY HIGH THE
FISHMONGER SINGS
She said her name was Melba Toast. I wondered
should I butter her up? The fish guy said 'No. It's
not that kind of toast. Fool.' I guess he told me.
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I said, speaking slowly,'This bowling ball is
a bad fit, and my fingers won't fit in these
holes.' He told me to go downtown and get
him some fillets.
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Then, again, Melba piped up about some
bonnet she couldn't wear to this year's
Kentucky Derby because it was cancelled.
I said there's always next year. She said,
'Don't be so sure.' I hoped she wasn't
talking about me.
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