Thursday, February 4, 2010

a minute later
the judge entered
the room

all fell silent
dare I say
all eyes bugged?

the judge red
as a beet ya know
began to intone

and as quickly
did his mouth foam
and he flustered

as if he'd burst
and so he did
insides charred as well-done steak

and he fell forward
delivering himself of
a one sharp volley of fart

collapsed in joy
was K's great great great grandchild

whatta reprieve

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