Cletus and Leotard came over that day, <br />(five hours late) to install mini-blinds. <br />Lord, help us. Lead us in this valley of <br />Tears, to pray. <br /> <br />Cletus was bearded, Leotard was fat. <br />Cletus scratched his balding stubble, <br />His bud began measuring. Unread <br />Directions screamed, but on the over- <br />Large table, resigned and sat. <br /> <br />Leotard used an electric drill...plugged <br />In an outlet never-to-be-found. <br />Cletus looked around my temporary home, <br />Never cast an eye on me...which was best. <br />I wanted meat. Rare and ground. <br /> <br />So, friends and neighbors, I sat on the bed, <br />Back against the wall, ankles crossed, <br />Shoes tapping fast. Not even a snarl as the <br />First blind fell, nor suggestion to read the <br />Directions. No profanity, for well I saw signs <br /> <br />Of near sanity... <br />In Leotard. <br />Not Cletus.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-the-country-life-a-study-in-patience-humor/
