Marge
Anxious neurology PhD
Marge once lived
with a handsome Greek.
Now it's George. He's
an Albanian. Close said Marge.
George is a geographer.
His kyack goes on land
whatever that might mean.
She says she likes him OK.
Marge dropped in this morning.
She's never dropped in before
to tell me her British brother in law
a good enough painter
her words has an opening nearby.
Just drawings said Marge. Come meet him
tonight. She was more adamant
than persuasive. Charm is not
her middle name.
But don't come to dinner. I don't have
enough food for you. Maybe you
should eat at home. I'm not much
of a cook anyway.