A Young Man Astride A Rocking Horse. His Petticoats Bristling. His Eyes Closed With Pleasure Enjoying The Euphony Of His Fork Scraping His Plate.

Facing Him Sits A Filthy Oldie Shaking His Dentures Like Castanets. Whistling Through His Nostrils, Giggling With Tears In His Eyes.

The Clattering Of My Teeth. Sometimes A Coff, Sometimes An Achoo.

Heard A Cry For Help, But Didn't Pay Attention. Thought It Was Only Myself As Usual - The Beldam Of The Bedlam.

A Toothless Hag Moving Eyeball-beads In An Abacus. They Stare So, They Stare So On Her Rope Of Pearls: A Row Of Lilliputian Skulls On A String.

The Oldie Chants The Alphabet In An Order He Has Fixed Himself. Once He Strode Down The Aisle With A Wedding Gown On An Arm's Length.

His Bride-not-to-be (anymore) In The Soil Right Outside.

The Youngster Tells About How He Once Lay In A Bathtub Barely Conscious In Rusty-bloody-red Water.

The Bathtub Tiptoed On Lionpaws To The Landing, Tipped Over And Flung Him Down The Stairs On A Rusty-bloody-red Runner.

I'd Like To Tell Them About A Dragon With Hiccups. Hiccuping Fire In Headwind, Burning Itself. But I'd Better Not...