Got me, Hercule. I suppose he can come out on the parapet one more night, and wonder aloud about what he might or might not really care about, unless it bothers anybody, of course.
I know, Auguste. Remember how he shafted Single Payer, in the same breath when he admired it?
finite jest, Hercule, of
most excellent fancy. He
hath bore me on his
back a thousand times,
and now how abhorr'd in
my imagination it is.
Enough of that, now,
gentlemen ~ you're
supposed to be napping!
[Memo to staff: No more
unsupervised Shakespeare].
Ah... but papa how are we supposed to sleep... when not Our frolicks... but Mama Natures 'belly dancer' like, jives and gyrations doth Toss us from our sleep!
ReplyDeleteI suppose it beats obaminsomnia, that sinking sensation of treachery in the boxspring of a Presidential promise :)
ReplyDeleteHercule + Auguste have no common father, which is shrewd of them, to spread that risk. I should have introduced them properly; they are something of a Greek chorus here, sparing us opprobrium for redundancy and standing in for the stakeholder-community, the living and the growing. The nosy English major is not a parent but is in loco parentis, as in a summer camp. I'm not sure if he will have a life of his own, apart from Hercule + Auguste ...