Used To Be
Fridays were permeated
by the smell of fish; fuzzy brown
limp sticks exuding stink
through the school in vengeance for
their not-so-sea
change, an odiferous insistence
that they had once been something actually
found in the natural world, subject
to the laws of birth, death, decay. We
could only eat them
with ketchup.
As always, all rights reserved. And, as always, have a great Friday. And, since it’s Friday, tell it to the G-Man!
And finally, finally, if you are looking for some light-hearted escape over the week-end, check out NOSE DIVE, my comic novel about noses, New York, friendship, and fallen goudas. Told too with a dab of fone sex. (But very innocently.)
PS – and I should really have made it 55 flavors instead of 57, but couldn’t do that to an old icon.
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