Classic Poem

As the plot rocks back and forth on a pinhead
count to fifteen very slowly.
By that time you should be alone again
contemplating your evening.


You could go for a ride and take a fall,
break your back and welcome an addiction —
or ask Miguel to serve drinks by the pool,
that hunky contractor might stop by.


Finally there’s a knock at the door,
a lady policeman shows her badge.
She’s asking if these unusual cufflinks
belong to the father of your children.