of an imminent invasion
of locusts, tourists and
Home Owners Association presidents.
Those wealthy enough immediately
burrowed under patio slabs.
Automatic defense guns activated,
but failed to find
any targets other than
the wealthy landowners themselves.
Blame was put on
some nearby quokka ranchers,
Fred, Portia, Biff and
so they were executed.
Well, not Portia. She
traded sexual favors for
Dairy Queen Oreo Blizzards.
As the locusts swarmed
across the city, one
favor left to trade,
I said to Mom, “