chuckled with glee as
the mayor cried pitifully
as they cruelly covered
him with kisses and
monster hugs. None of
which he enjoyed.
Meanwhile,
back at the ranch,
people were gathering on
the front porch of
Ebenezer McGilliwalleye’s grandiloquent mansion
for no particular reason
except to plot against
the milkman and his
huge harem of housewives
because of…reasons. This
minor horde of busybodies
, with their comical tattoos,
their lyre records, and
those peculiarly large thumbs,
assembled for a hootenanny.