On 8/10/15 4:29 PM, philo wrote:


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Wednesdays


Wednesdays were always my favorite.
Pabst allowed us to dine on the ceiling.

The table:
A hardware store extravaganza of brackets and gears,
Pulleys and screws and levers and mirrors.
We’d climb the ladder and fasten ourselves in.

Drinking was a bit messy…
Soup required special bowls.


Marmz never much saw the point…
But those days were the best days,
I’ve ever remembered…
Until the tornado.


Sissy-ister was tossed,
Upside down.
The soup bowl on her head,
A Mulligan crown.

Pabst set out to hire pachyderm,
To de-topsy our turvey home.
The elephant boss Mahout,
In the bottle his snoot,
Was (alas) of no use.


Our house remained on its side.

We no longer dine Wednesdays…
On the ceiling.

Now ‘tis Thursday…
The day we eat upside down.
Our normal day…
As I recall,
The day we ate upon the wall.


Reminds me of The Scarecrow, starting at 2:30.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bR32Ths4WX0