Club House The club house is empty. The desperate voices silent in the jukebox. No clank from a cueball. My parts are on strike, practicing social distancing, each has decided to stay home to watch reruns: Leave It To Beaver, Father Knows Best, Road Runner, Gilligan’s Island, Julie Childs, the Galloping Gourmet, Mr. Ed, followed by My Favorite Martian. Me, I’m going home to watch Hogan’s Hero, a bunch of prisoner’s of war making the best of being held captive by a band of fools.
© SB Joy, 2022
2 thoughts on “Club House”
I had no idea how locked up I was by my chosen distractions.
OMG, another one. How many have I avoided, missed, forgotten, binging on distractions?