So Many Questions

How old was the lady? And what kind of shoe?
How many kids is too many? Ten? Two?
Broth doesn’t often have bread as a side
(Maybe crackers). Did pointing that out hurt her pride?
And even when walloping children was cool
I assume she’d need motive. Did someone cut school?
Had she drawn a line that they, as one, had all crossed?
And why just one shoe? Was the other one lost?
Was the old lady even the mom? What’s her status?

(Psst! I’m not the one asking questions. My cat is.)


Look Back In Error

Absolutes are always wrong
Shortcuts sometimes take too long
Bird banalities are song
I say ping and you think pong
And not the vaguely racist book
About a truant and a cook
And how he chose the blow he took
Nostalgia needs a second look