November 2, 2011 § 3 Comments
(You might remember the man with the bow tie )
Hand-soap dispensers were lined up according to size
On a table at the front of the meeting room.
Her eyelids were painted to resemble stained glass,
And she carried herself with aloof dignity.
She walked to a central position behind the table,
And used a bird whistle to silence the murmuring.
She commenced her performance by pushing dispenser plungers,
Making music with the sounds of squirting soap,
Reminiscent of an old sea chanty. As the final noised died away,
The polite silence of of her bewildered audience was broken when
A man with a misshapen bow tie rose from his seat
And ardently shouted “Encore!”