CHARLES HAS SOME RELATIVES OVER FOR DINNER,
TRIES TO HAVE A CONVERSATION,
BUT IS SENT UP TO HIS ROOM
by cynthia ring
Math problems take the backseat in a flat-tire jalopyâ€”they press their noses to the window, and fog it up with countless Charles-makes-a-fool-of-himself breaths.
In other words, they laugh till they roll on the burgundy carpet.
Pre-date jitters grab hold of his necktie and pull it snug to see-here composure,
And of course, a lap full of tennis balls.
The first pitch was a curveball that Auntie Bethâ€™s pupils couldnâ€™t pick up amid those dazed cataracts that spread up to her fizzled grey head.
The second was a screwballâ€”Uncle Jim had to bury his face in his porridge so it wouldnâ€™t smash his thick-rimmed glasses already patched up with layers of scotch tape.
The third was a fastball that found its markâ€”Dadâ€™s noseâ€¦go to your room.
Itâ€™s only half past seven, and Charles has his mahogany mothball bed all to himself.
Boredom oozes from every pore while a pair of tassel shoes fall to the floorâ€¦
He kisses the back of his own hand, rehearsing for the black and white day when heâ€™ll nail a strapless dress girl while under stiff mattress covers, and write a scriptâ€™s punch line in the correct margin: are you ready, then laugh up love.
Good thing he keeps mistletoe in the top dresser drawerâ€”
Girl, run-through, same difference, math problems wish they knew English mixed in with their slop dog food, thatâ€™s your funeral.
Charles, youâ€™re high on nonsense. But youâ€™re nice.
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I love it. Is the formatting correct? Has it been altered by the constraints of the website? Regardless, I enjoyed the playfulness of this piece.
Yep, all is correct. I like it as well. Especially the tennis ball part.
Getting high on nonsense sounds great. I’m making that my top priority for the weekend.