Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Remember when we couldn’t understand
why Aunt Luanne began to giggle
uncontrollably at Uncle Herman’s birthday
party? She jiggled with such constancy
her yellow wig quite nearly wriggled off
her head. She seemed to know enormities
we didn’t and to find them so hilarious they
turned her cherry red. She laughed so hard
she ruptured something. Now she’s dead.
Perhaps it's just as well she never said.