Duck Invitation
“From the sayings of Nachbaur; the Little Chimpanzee in Pants”
There was no hat of paper,
nor did I a war hat- a helmet- wear.
Yet, I got an invitation from Duck,
the restaurant owner:
“Your head with that wound dress- Isn’t dress supposed to be something for a “her”?!-
Looks like that of our Restaurant waiter.
So, this letter is to invite you to be here
Tomorrow at ten a.m.
Our address is: The Rugby Field Neighbor.”
I thought this job is exactly what will take me back to Earth,
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to my home, yes! There!
The Des-Wood war rumor
did in my mind linger.
And a news made its image even stronger:
female Turtle who a few months ago was in labor,
had spread this news about the new-born of her,
as if she was a once-in-a-century winner:
First word her baby did utter
was Italian. She said: “You believe it or not, dear.”
‘Bela’ was that word of surprise
and Mrs. Turtle who was experienced and wise,
had the firm belief that nothing
could have happened more abnormal.
All her children’s first word was ‘mama’ and her warm motherly kiss was their first prize as normal.
