HANGING PICTURES.

A WOMAN ASKED HNERY TO HANG A PICTURE FOR HER.

Miss Honeysup moved into
The upstairs apartment
And she made a lot of noise

And had her music up loud
And screamed at the guy she
Had there sometimes, some

Big hunk who skulked about
Smoking a cigar. One morning
At seven o clock, she rang Henry’s

Doorbell persistently until he
Opened it in his vest and shorts.
What so important you have to

Get me outta bed and away from
My dreams of Monroe and me?
He said, staring at Miss Honeysup,

Taking in her hair and breasts and
Her nicely set eyes. I need a picture
Hanging on the wall. But I can’t do it,

I’ve just banged my thumb and I think
It’s bruised and Joey’s gone off for a
Few days and well I thought maybe

You could hang it for me, she said,
Holding a hammer in her small hand,
Looking at Henry’s vest and shorts

And the unkempt hair and rough face.
Sure, he said, give a few minutes to
Slip into some clothes and I’ll be there.

Thank you, she said and turned and
Walked up the stairs and Henry watched
 And saw her cute a*s sway from side

To side and her legs rise and fall and
He sighed and went in and closed the
Door and his wife bellowed from the

Bedroom, who was that? Oh, just one
Of those Witnesses with their bible and
Books and magazines and wanting me

To find God. What’d tell them? She asked.
Said I looked for him, but couldn’t find
Him no place, Henry bellowed back,

Putting on his shirt and pants, thinking
Of Miss Honeysup, wondering how far
Her legs went up and how and why this

Joey guy could leave behind such a dame
With such beautiful legs, face and frame
And hoping he’d not be back for a few

Weeks or not at all, hoping he could do
 More for her than hang pictures on a wall.