Out on the Lawn, the Swans greet the Dawn… and yawn…
Juan and Vaughn hit ‘Pause’ on ‘Private Benjamin’, and step outside to greet the morning.
“Here comes the Sun.” Vaughn observes.
“How original!” Juan, snidely. The two aren’t getting on.
Across the Line, the Swine Dine… and whine:
“That pine-cone is mine!” grunts Kline.
“Fine, I ate eight, you ate nine, Kline. You’re ‘un-sound’, boar.”
The pigs are at odds.
The day continues to break.
The Loons will Soon be Doin’ what Loons do days(?)
I haven’t a clue.
Hum a few bars, maybe I’ll name that tune.
Vaughn on the porch with his Chesterfields
Tough and Lean, like a Scene from James Dean.
“What’s this all about?” Juan, prosaic unto death.
“I don’t know. Whadya got?” Vaughn says that a lot.
Up the Lane, barely Sane, drives the Dane
“Me’n the Pope are engaged!” he shouts, over the engine noise.
“And here’s proof.” He hands Juan a yellowed newspaper.
“Niels Bohr kneels. Bores Holy See!” It screams.
“Think the wedding’s off.” Vaughn tosses a butt on the lawn.
Unwisely left aLone, the gardner has Sown a row of Doane’s Pills.
“They’re good for the liver.” he defends his choice.
“But Carter’s are perennial, you dunce!” Bohr, still screaming.
“Go bite a piano bench!” Gardner shouts. They disagree. Probably
“I’m gone.” says Juan. “I do believe I’ve… had enough.”
“Great. With any Luck you can Suck off a Duck.” Vaughn just has to throw that out.
Both swans and swine feel the tension as the pair dissolves
Bohr and Gardner drag the VCR out onto the porch, press ‘Resume’
Goldie’s still not sure she’s in the right army.
Wu: “That one’s about acid. Obviously.”
Me: I never said that. My kid brought this picture home from Kindergarten. Swans and Pigs.