Recent flurries of organization and sorting and discarding in this house have led to humorous incidents. These incidents have led to bad poetry (as suggested by Neighbor B):
Donation Regrets
One of the risks of leaving things by the dumpster
is that you might see your former bra in the middle of the road.
Four blocks away.
And you will have to wrestle with wondering if you are
an unsuspecting litterer
or an accomplice in the unsavory.
nice!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this. I'm now starting the day with a smile. I'm going with unsuspecting litterer. What I want to know is, did you go pick it up?
ReplyDeleteRead with Werner Herzog accent:
ReplyDeleteYour bra journeys the streets of Prague. What unseemly or absurd event has transpired in these four blocks, that now leaves it forlorn and depleted? Are we responsible? The poem asks these questions, which we might also ask of other beings we meet in the street. But there is no clear answer.