That *** is nothing

compared to our new bronze pig,

which is burnished in

the old style

like James Nathaniel Drexler.

Beach bummin' it!

Then a particular

raconteur came dumping along

in galoshes long after

the rain had stopped

and begged for awful cards--

more of them, he noted,

as he already had several tucked

in his hat band,

plus feathers of every ilk,

even elk feathers.

He was peddling

harmony time. Had it for the kids.

Had it in for the kids, rather,

as we were too late to learn.

Fresca. I'm gonna dial me up

some sushi joint, you in?

But when

will Dad be home?