This one started with some lines of conversation overheard at a recent party and then cast in a different context. It is not meant as a representation of the people who said a few of these things.
Party Lines
“Squirrels are the spawn of Satan,”
my neighbor maintains while
eating some banana trifle.
“Nothing but fluffy-tailed rats.
Nipped off my tulips, one-by-one,
without even eating the petals.”
“It’s the stem that has the nutrition,”
his wife explains,
then smiles at the other guests.
“Even squirrels have to eat, I guess.
This salad is wonderful, isn’t it?”
“No,” her spouse objects,
“ it’s beauty they can’t abide.
Why else do they always attack
the flowers and leave the weeds alone? ”
“And who made the quiche?”
the wife inquires.
“ Mine always turns out so dry.”
Party Lines
“Squirrels are the spawn of Satan,”
my neighbor maintains while
eating some banana trifle.
“Nothing but fluffy-tailed rats.
Nipped off my tulips, one-by-one,
without even eating the petals.”
“It’s the stem that has the nutrition,”
his wife explains,
then smiles at the other guests.
“Even squirrels have to eat, I guess.
This salad is wonderful, isn’t it?”
“No,” her spouse objects,
“ it’s beauty they can’t abide.
Why else do they always attack
the flowers and leave the weeds alone? ”
“And who made the quiche?”
the wife inquires.
“ Mine always turns out so dry.”
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