Mister S.’s life came to a teary end last night

but the papers never got word,

and he was not properly eulogized. 

Animals at the zoo are pacing figure-eights

and the aquariums were shut down by the junta

because the fish were swimming inverted.

Our neighbors give us hard looks

and it puts us in a fluttery mood.

And the bus never comes anymore. And there are

a great many potholes. And the garbage is piled high.