who had disappeared while
hunting tigers in Bolivia.
So she hired a
flat-footed private investigator who
affected a world-weary demeanor
yet was possessed of
a serious flatulence problem
after eating a plate
of Rosarita refried beans.
He found her Dad
quite by accident, beneath
a pile of logs
the streets of Paris
while engaged in his
Ninja’d
(let’s go with the logs)
nonstandard game of croquet
with twenty inch circumference
mallets and orange Nerf
protective gloves required by