Last week I had an idea.
I called it Fred,
I fed it cold meats and soft cheeses.
I took an old shoe box and stuffed it with tissues,
And gave it a bed to sleep in.
I let it stay up late and watch television,
I gave it hot baths.
Yet despite all my love and devotion,
It ran off to Mexico with a metaphor.
Yesterday I had an epiphany,
I tied it to the radiator in my basement.
[except from Displaced Organs]
- MQ