Issue 155, Summer 2000
"Mary mother of god!" You see how close
these utterances come? Please kiss me, Mom.
"Dial M for melancholy." (Pity me.)
"Dial M for misery and M for muse."
Of the several choices, I choose muse,
though I'd like an evening with Ray Milland,
the kind of murderer most girls desire,
the kind of kill me we might murder for.
"You know mutter is a word for mother
whereas murmur might be the mom we want."
"Are you dying, dear, for a cup of milk?"