Poetess (loud): since I paid the price
(showing a bus ticket $3,75),
The Golden cabbage award is better to be mine.
I will be slightly dressed on my ears and
Will read my best poem of the year:
They were f..ing all over the place...all night ..
Inner voice (chokes on a cup of tea): who? us?
Poetess : no! the dogs!
I am writing only about reality,
Puppies and kittens are my mom's home business.
