Jim Foster

It was fairly common knowledge around Greece that Narcissus was not what one would call the sharpest knife in the drawer.

How they got in there I have no idea. At that moment I was in the kitchen trying to dry the couch cushions.

He should be lying home in bed,
Instead where is he, likely dead.

I usually pretend to wave at someone across the street and quietly slip away.

I can see where he, and his wife too, probably, could end up in a cardiac ward.

I must admit the first ten viewings I missed most of the plots looking for Emma’s bottom.

My doctors had developed the annoying habit of calling in their associates while I was still on the scales and saying odd things, like “That can’t be right, can it?”

But wait there’s more! Suddenly Mr. Rachmaninoff was no longer sad. And do you know why? He realized that having all kinds of money means nothing…

That isn’t part of the story either. That is what we story tellers call useless information just like the stuff our representatives at Queens Park and Ottawa send every year in their Christmas messages.

Fortunately our dear friend, Faye Peters, noticed my predicament and called it to my attention quietly so that only Gary, her beloved, my dear wife, and a few hundred other bathers were aware of my embarrassment.