The Apologist

I'm sorry

For making my ex-wife loose

Her false teeth down the toilet

I'm sorry

She had to fish them out herself

Ruining her new dress

I'm sorry

Her mother’s car ran down the hill

I thought I'd put the handbrake on

I'm sorry

It cost so much to repair the damage

To the other cars

I'm sorry

The house burnt down after I left

I never realized the vase acted as a magnifying glass

I'm sorry

Her priceless dresses by Christian D'ior

Went up in smoke

I'm sorry

The burglars broke into the house

And took everything that wasn't burnt

I'm sorry

Her precious cats ran away

Only to be killed by the fire engine
I'm sorry

The tropical fishes boiled

And later were eaten by the rats

I'm sorry

I ever married her

But I glad I divorced her.

Bill And Mary

Bill And Mary

Bill and Mary were married, last Saturday.

The whole town came to see.

Now all that's left are

memories and that bottle with its

contents of confetti.

Collected by a small child,

who lives in future fantasy.

Bill and Mary may never

see that bottle or its contents of confetti,

They may, if some kind soul tells them,

hear of a small child who bottled their one and only day.

But I doubt it.

What the future holds for

Bill and Mary,

May be in that bottle

among its contents of confetti.

And yet it may have been washed down the drain.
A child can only collect so many memories.

Copyright Edward Arno 1972