Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Turnabout isn't fair play

She picks a gob of mud and aims carefully
Splatch! It spatters down his clean (too clean she thinks) face

Then she sits back to sip her drink
But it makes her choke

...she thinks in panic

And so the loquacious one is silenced
But it wasn’t fair play!!

Are her final unspoken words

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