While drinking in a bar
Jane laughed flirtingly
And said " lovely he is"
Who "I asked with anger"
"The man behind you"
Jane never poured cold water
But now I had ice on my head
I tried to conceal my anger
But Jane's low-tune giggles
Further infuriated me badly
When I looked at the man
I saw a man looking at me
He was me staring at me
He was me in the mirror
I and jane bursted into laughter
I was nearly jealous of my image
I was nearly afraid of myself
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Reviews of "Afraid of Myself"
Reviewed by Fergus Hancock (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2007
A great gift of God, to laugh at myself; I, too, am so funny at times!
Abdi-Noor, we join in the gift of laughter, for the joy of being alive, of being wrong at times, for that is how we grow.
Deputy Dave Jenkins sets out to find the murderer of the local high school principal, aided by a voice from the grave that is sometimes helpful and sometimes misleading.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
Amazon reviewer
Farctured Frazzled Folk Fables and Fairy Farces, Part II satirizes popular children's stories into adult-oriented renditions. FFFF &FF, Part II is also available in Amazon Kindle and Barnes and Noble e-book formats.
Abdi-Noor, we join in the gift of laughter, for the joy of being alive, of being wrong at times, for that is how we grow.
Cheers to your ice cubes. Fergus
Very, Very well done.
Walt
a very nice reflective work...
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
Be safe,
Karen
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
ET