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'bit of fun'

Now somewhere else, another town far

from the one we both threw over the side,

I can imagine what the left-behind

are having for dinner. Which ones are

still clinging on for dear life to something

neither of us ever thought worth keeping.

If pressed, I might, tell you the color of

one or the others favored predilection,

who bent over backwards, which one

gave head like Catherine Deneuve,

but really what would be the point?

Didn't we bleed enough, dear bayonet?

Let's leave it there, your second husband,

my third wife, the price of pork, two bucks per pound?

Ken e Bujold

© 2022

Author's Note

was reading John Cheever's stories and the idea of this whimsical farce popped into my head.
Should give both Johns a chuckle wherever they are these days

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

The rhythm of the language is like an intoxicant that draws you back for more and more. Finely penned piece, Ken.

Winston

[Ken e Bujold]

thank you sir. just having some fun at the expense of two of my fav prose writers, who also happened to be best of friends, and unfaithful dogs of legend