Arsenic Anyone?/Caesar Ceases

Arsenic Anyone?     Such a merry widow was she.     Although, at times, she resembled a he.     Hee Hee.     She was deep in love before the hour was up.     His enchantment seemed to be the same.     They frolicked in a sitcom cemetery.     Nearly beaten by a shovel and Liotta.     He carried small pamphlets in a bag with his laptop.     She thought he was a Jehovah's Witness.     I didn't see anything, honest! "Look Jehovah's,     I'm nekid!"     They were funeral announcements.     Sort of like baby shower invitations     without duckies and bunnies.     Just another prominent widow who will now cease to be.     Caesar Ceases     And oh, how she ceases to cease.     Ceases to be. To be, or not to be.     She went to Switzerland,     dropped a bundle for new attachments.     She was tired of the same old     Betty Crocker Coupon Cult.     The kids are grown, enough.     Her maternal instinct has had its fifteen minutes,     which seemed to be much longer,     Since it was distributed as easily     as potatoes in Russia.     She was woman, she roared, it came out as a weak chirp.     It's all the same, though, been there, done that.     Single mom from Hell who listens to Prince,      or that one guy, way too often.     The youngsters need a father, and she's halfway there.     In a few months,  they will call her Pop, perhaps freak,     And sell their story to Weekly World News. Written March 24th, 1997 © on May 21 2001 01:28 AM PST   0 • 10