my wife threatened to leave me if I don’t stop blaming my mistakes on the cat,
mostly because we don’t have a cat,
though really I think it’s because she harbors a secret animosity towards me because she can’t read my thoughts,
but au contraire, mon amour,
just read my poems, but then that seems as unlikely as our imaginary cat being to blame
Sir Cyrious the Serious was made from a very serious cloth,
he wore serious clothes and walked with a serious gait,
but what made Sir Cyrious the Serious the most serious sort
was his constant bickering of the most serious matters with a stern comport
and not a lick of irony or alcohol on his breath,
but Sir Cyrious the Serious was born of a different age,
where such matters were sacrosanct,
and nothing was seen as a joke,
but if you ever meet Sir Cyrious the Serious out in the town,
make sure to observe him with either a nod or a wink, or maybe even a stiff handshake,
but whatever you do, just make sure not to laugh, lest he chop off your hands and make a serious moment out of your levity
the definitions of words in a dictionary rarely give a satisfactory reason
behind why a particular sound and string of abstraction means one thing over another,
take the word entelechy for example,
which means the realization of potential,
I mean, who in their right mind came up with a word like that,
only for it to never be used,
except in obscure mentions like this,
that have little to nothing to do with what and why the word exists,
and yet….
Fred Aiken Writing 