Salmon strips curled over rice cake,
your thousand-island-like dressing is fat and tart,
but I have to throw out your plastic packaging!
I did throw out the packaging, and while I used a paper napkin to wipe my sticky fingers, I sang:
Why don’t I just walk right up Selby Avenue
to Lexington now,
and then over to Grand and home?
Yes. But I had to stand for a long time before Lexington, waiting for the traffic to pass. You see, my pedestrian rule is, never walk in front of cars; if a car stops for me, I just wave it on by, singing:
Driver, driver, you think you’re being polite,
stopping to let me walk in front of you,
but you’re trying to get me killed!
Soon enough, all the cars were gone. I surprised myself by walking almost all the way to Dale, but then I did go south and made it to Grand all right. When I saw Starbucks Coffee, I thought of going in, but instead I sang this song:
Starbucks Coffee,
you seek my custom,
but your pastries are wasted calories!
and kept on walking—a jog north across Lexington to Summit Parkway, then west up the path through the bushes, where I warbled:
Sweet Summit path,
I walked on you barefoot and saw a bluebird
less than a month ago!
I wanted to get home in time to make coffee and rest before driving to my poetry class. But I thought of an interesting refrain line for a so-called “villanelle,” and I sang this song:
Sometimes I think my life’s just a mistake.
What a botch God made of me!
That takes the soul-cake!
