One last one-black humor-for Thursday May 16, 2024 A QUIET DAY Jill

[jill stockinger]

I just wrote this tonight. Getting ready for my class on Humorous Poetry that begins May 16. Jill

This is for discussion on Thursday, May 16. Jill

A Quiet Day          by Jill Stockinger

 

I caught the end of the news on the tv

that afternoon; the newscaster was smugly

declaring it was a quiet day; “Nothing to report,”

he said. But Sally’s playing with the master

in the bedroom, the mistress is in the tack room,

riding the groom, the cook is panting in the pantry

with the butler; the fine daughter of the house

is in a swoon, learning to play the gardener’s piccolo

with a quick, unbuttoned tune. When I go home,

I tell the missus, “It’s wilder than a West End show,

with all the goings on no one’s supposed to know.”

But I expect thundering fireworks soon,

and then a heavy rain–there’s almost

too much going on for this tired, old brain.

And maybe we'll hear wedding bells

and babies in nurseries–or practiced hands

will sport the color red, and blood and tissue

will go swirling merrily down the drain.