Dry Fly Toast

Marge

–the bookworm–

fell asleep

(reading Kafka, incidentally, but that’s neither here nor there. Forced to say: it was mostly there)

you couldn’t blame her

she was pupa

(gave an inch that seemed a mile)

and upon waking

found

herself in

a no fly zone.

(SWAT team at the ready)

Imagine.

A onetime caterpillar in a no

butter fly

zone

(pain in the nectar, really)

so

she

compromised

~Margarine~

so ©opyrighted it isn’t funny

(well, it’s a little funny)

🙂

Karen