Don't Drink Bees

New shoes Squeaking, squawking As I'm walking My own entrance music Announcing a clown 'Cause who takes talking shoes Seriously? Not the impression I was going for But what can be done? Shoes can't be oiled Like rusty hinges Then I sp… more »

I was in the midst of creating dinner when the telephone rang. I grabbed the receiver, balanced it on my shoulder with pressure from my tilted head. The mixing bowl positioned between my body and the counter. Stirring furiously. Twenty more minutes and h… more »