on asphalt

entrance to the highway blocked by three quarter ambulances and sheep dogs carrying notes from the pta meeting that can't let go of quiet complaints and skipped the praise ovation. i'd love to join you in the gridlock but i must be at the publishing house by three pm sharp. ill have to give you and your mistress a raincheck. did you hear about the time that the ocean overflowed and the little boys built their castles on stilts to survive the weather? or the time that the dogs and cats ate the flea circus and were told by the masters that the show must go on? just what would you do in their paws? talk to me when your younger.