“I used to have
Onetwothreefourfivesix
Pets but they
All
Got
Tooked.”
– wee neighbor’s unprefaced tale of woe relayed to me from his doorway as I passed on my way to work. Like if Edward Gorey wrote dialogue for Ralph Wiggum. S. Philly.
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Mowgli Esquire 
June 19, 2011 at 2:07 am |
They call him wee-wee
cause he lives on a pig farm
and pigs go, “wee! Wee!”
— Haiku uttered by a Pat’s Steaks employee, overhead by me while dropping eaves from a nearby bench.
June 21, 2011 at 7:37 pm |
Fantastic. I’ve long suspected Pat’s is a hidden bastion of poetry. What balladry!