What we have here
is nothing but a bunch
of lopsided days followed
by Gunga Din. “Jesters,
all of you?” queries dear
Jessica (she’s a cheese-a-
holic, it should be noted). O-
therwise, “Don’t burn it
before you sift it!” Now
that my shift’s finally
over (I’m told it was
only then that the
shit hit the fan),
everybody grabs
their colanders,
per these here
instructions,
and turns
quickly to-
wards to-
morrow
(shielding
the faces of
strangers with
their respective
sterling silver
strainers).
