eorge underwood was not a funny guy.
he walked down the street past the old fire station.
a strange menagerie floated in his brain.
he implored his brain to forget misty washington, who had so cruelly betrayed him.
george’s cousin hespeth from poughkeepsie new york liked to read bus schedules.
he persevered in his madness through thick and thin.
because at the end of the earthquake is the monsoon.
when all allowance has been made for snakes and spiders.
curfew will not ring tonight.
the professor put down his book.
he strenuously tried to forget the howling beast.
but the morphology of it all defeated him .
the feet emerged from the undergrowth.
but the monkey wanted none of it.
the pineapple tree protested vigorously.
at the obvious bribe proffered by the ghoulish objector.
the limpid casualty stared at george.
from the window of misty’s recreational vehicle.
trying to make him finally understand.
that what he had taken to be a cruel betrayal was actually the beginning of wisdom.
but, george protested in his curiously deep voice,
wusdom has no beginning.
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