You have a beef with me.
You plant a fence of apple trees
down the side of the lawn!
Fruit falls.
!@%%!#$!

Who taught you how to talk to a woman who turns her summer deck into an open invitation to neighborhood hairies for cling-clang potluck jamboree?

!@%%!#$!
Fruit falls.
You have an opportunity
to bob for expletives
in your swimmin’ pool!