DUMMY RUN.

[dadio]

I don’t know why you would want to bring those
Types of women into this house Mr
Myner I really don’t it’s not as if

I’m a prudish kind of woman because
I’m not but I have to consider my
Other paying guests who have a rather

Different take on life and who don’t want
To open their doors to those kind of women
Or hear the kind of things I heard last night

And the language Mr Myner I have
Never heard such language in my life and
The type of things those women wear or in

Some cases don’t wear and the make up my
Gosh they look like clowns Mr Myner look
Like regular clowns and the way they look

At me when I complain and they always
Go to your room it’s always your door they
Go to I’ve watched them as is my right to

Keep an eye open to the things going
On and of course I have to take into
Account and consider the welfare of

The bed in that room because after what
I heard last night I’d be surprised if there
Are any springs left on the bed and I’m

Not a rich woman I have only quite
Limited funds and I can’t go around
Replacing beds every time you decide

To bring home here those types of women or
Encourage them to come to your room
And Mrs Tarnshower paused and looked at

Herself in the mirror and said that’s what
I‘ll tell him next time he comes in with those
Kinds of women yes sir I will amen.

[joel]

Poor Mister Myner's poor landlady came
to knock on his knocker for rent at the same
very moment his whore
having settled her score
had opened his door to his knocker's small shame.

[saw]

the conversational tone is perfect......imaginative with a touch of irony that makes one smile....reminds me a bit of one of my favorite books, A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole.......

[dadio]

Thank you, Joel, for your poem/response.
And you too Saw.