After dinner, a nap and a good stretch
he eyes the living room sofa,
eager to sharpen his claws.

"No Kitty no."
"Bad Kitty!"

Still, fleeing from me,
a dying bird in his jaws,
Kitty is as innocent as the day he was born.

We talk about cold fronts
and warming trends.
We talk about imminent storms.

Hail, frost, wind.
The long hot summer.
We nod, smile, commiserate.

We talk about the weather
To keep from killing each other.

A slug slogging along
The surface of the pavement
And arriving.

It's not a dream.
It's not a nightmare.

Go Buddy, go!

Shakespeare was just kidding!
They lived happily ever after.

Was not as bad as some
people say it was

It was worse

It's called Staying Alive
Even if you don't particularly want to

I have an idea!
Let’s do something
Really, really original.

Let’s get an Olympic Ring tattoo!
Better yet let’s get Olympic Ring tattoos
For every one of our body parts.

We can hot tail it to the tattoo parlor
Downtown in our Ralph Lauren outfits,
Pick up a six-pack of Coca Cola on the way
And pay for it all with our Visa Card.

What say? You in?