The Little Tramp
The street accepted the incongruous twosome as it accepts everything.
“I don’t care” said the street
“Which way?” said Atom
“How would I know,” said No.3, “I’ve been trapped in the presence of two madmen for three years”
“Three years and two months,” said Atom, “And I think we should leave town”
No.3 contemplated sarcasm but settled for “Good Idea.”
Passed the post office…
At the gate they found Cajones arranged in a winter sphinx-cat-square, all tucked in with eyes half closed.
“Congratulations”
“Thank you,” said Atom “but for what?”
“For passing yourselves off as mediocre entertainment; for proving, if proof be needed, that your lot are about as sentient as foggy day.”
“Glad you liked it golden balls” said No.3.
“I think I remember you…” said Cajones vaguely, “…vaguely”
“Three years ago” said No.3.
“Three years and two months,” said Atom, “and I don’t remember doing anything entertaining.”
“Did I forget to mention that it was mediocre?” said Cajones, blinking a silent greeting to Atom. “At least you haven’t lost your dignity.”
“I don’t care” said the street
“Which way?” said Atom
“How would I know,” said No.3, “I’ve been trapped in the presence of two madmen for three years”
“Three years and two months,” said Atom, “And I think we should leave town”
No.3 contemplated sarcasm but settled for “Good Idea.”
Passed the post office…
At the gate they found Cajones arranged in a winter sphinx-cat-square, all tucked in with eyes half closed.
“Congratulations”
“Thank you,” said Atom “but for what?”
“For passing yourselves off as mediocre entertainment; for proving, if proof be needed, that your lot are about as sentient as foggy day.”
“Glad you liked it golden balls” said No.3.
“I think I remember you…” said Cajones vaguely, “…vaguely”
“Three years ago” said No.3.
“Three years and two months,” said Atom, “and I don’t remember doing anything entertaining.”
“Did I forget to mention that it was mediocre?” said Cajones, blinking a silent greeting to Atom. “At least you haven’t lost your dignity.”
5 comments:
Ok, that was odd, even for you.
sentient as foggy day. ... ha!
CC is a-doorbell.
-J
the street commentary...
ha!
Jayne: Odd? Me? You're too kind :)
Tom: Tha street don't care 'bout nobody
ahhh, the cat thickens!
the vaguely vaguely is a wonderful touch. let's hear it for mediocrity and dignity, coexisting.
Harlequin: Don't call him thick, he hates that.
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