Life doesn’t wait while you peel the potatoes. Make gravy.
There once was a girl named Elvira
Who hied from New York, in Almira.
She spurned every Larry,
And Tom, Dick and Harry.
Moaned, “There’s nothin’ there to inspire ya!”
The Spin of the Bottle
I’d never played Spin-the-Bottle before. I’d never kissed any girl who wasn’t my Ma or some ol’ aunt Ma didn’t make me.
But Beth what’s-her-name didn’t look like no aunt to me.
Parents are all upstairs after-wedding-partying.
Six breathless kids circled in the basement.
Three boys worry clip-on ties.
Three girls in crinkly dresses, MaryJanes.
Giggles. Shushes. Sweaty palms.
Beth spins the empty Schlitz bottle. Dials in on me.
Louder giggles—masking sighs of relief?
Beth and I flash-kiss to scandalized laughter.
Calls from above. Party’s over.
I never saw Beth what’s-her-name again.
But I’ve often wondered, what if?
- Lee Allen Hill