Cuppa Meringue pretends not to read poetry blogs. but she trippd herself up a couple of weeks ago when she told me "I'd rather wrestle Bill Allegrezza than a water buffalo." the only reason I bring this up is as prelude to yesterday's brunch.
every Easter Cuppa tries to outdo herself in the bonnet department. perhaps the most striking was a collection of Peeps in all available colors. she feels one can wear anything. "ever since Carmen Miranda dumpd that fruit basket on her head she gave each & every one of us permission to put anything we want on our heads." welllllllll yesterday she had on a huge pink wig & carefully tuckd in was a Vicious Bunny thong with real daisies at the corners. turns out she's a major Allegrezza fan.
but more striking than even her headgear was this announcement over Constant Comment & hardboild eggs:
"I've inventd a new poetic form."
"it's calld the hair(na)ku."
I spit out a mouthful of tea.
"do you want to hear my first example?"
one never denies Cuppa her desires.
when I fart."
I bit into another egg while attempting a response. rather than present a critique of her stab at poetry I sd "but Cuppa it's abt a wig not hair."
she zero'd her blue peepers at my baldness & sd "for some of us wigs are hair."
I tried to appease her by changing the subject to George Nader. she went along with me & didn't bring up poetry again. & when it was time to leave she gave me her usual salutation: "I'd kiss you but I can't find my hair."