Mr Mascellani's Musings

Henry supports Lucy
as she spews champagne and lobster
upon his living room rug.

Outside, the stars shine,
a dog barks,
kids set a mailbox ablaze,
a tawny frogmouth blinks.

Lucy finishes, slurs out an apology,
staggers out the front door,
and collapses on the lawn.

The stars, the dog, the kids, the owl, and Henry
gaze at her knickers.
She seemed so nice on the 'net.

PFFA Crits of Date


Blind Date
I hold Lucy up
as she spews beer and pizza
onto my brand new rug.

Outside:
Stars shine,
dogs bark,
owls hoot,
kids set mailboxes on fire,
and a cat as fat as a hippopotamus
eats a teeny, weeny, scrawny mouse.

Eek! Eek! Eek!

She finishes her vile liquid laughter,
apologizes, then staggers out the front door,
and collapses on the lawn
where, the stars,
the dogs,
the owls,
the kids,
the fat cat,
and I
look at her knickers.

She seemed so nice on the phone.

PFFA Crits of Blind Date