Jenga (has left the building)

It was Odd Jenny found herself in Petri’s fishbowl, but whoop, there she was–

shortcomings multiplying like


and everyone knows rabbits can’t swim–

the lacking, lucky paw lacked Web-bing, and was hacked anyway

an equal 2 Bits, you know, and Maps of Bits…

any remaining, luckless paws flaunted as rues

a Hugh•mungous failing–according to Hugh

an e•Greg•ious error–as far as Greg was concerned

though Himself was somewhat poorly hewn, and Greg, well–Greg. Him was so often confused with Crag, what difference did it make if not rappelling?


and quite Hein•ous (in Heinz-eye) but nevertheless re•Markable to Mark’s mind…

a soon to be he-she, Mark dba Marcia didn’t count

while in Mike’s view–croscopic as it was, Jenny•Jenny was purely pore,

spinstering tails from her own tuff•it as the Odd Miss did…

kinda her wheelhouse

Yes, things were Max•i•mized, and hung upside down

in the Window


(a la Chinatown, to mix references)

when Miss•Odd•Jenny

got whacked by the

boy’s Club.

©Karen Robiscoe

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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