An English domestic scene
An English salon in the evening
An English man and an English woman
Is it a whodunnit?
The stage is set
Assume they are married
She is darning socks
He is reading the newspaper
She talks, he keeps reading
Is it a whodunnit?
She rattles on the dinner
He keeps reading
She gives us
Senseless fact after inane fact
She does not make sense
Is it a whodunnit?
In her prattle to fill the silence
Not only gluttony comes forth
Animal behaviour appears
Scatology is mentioned
Aggressiveness towards him
Is present and weighing
Is it a whodunnit?
The clock strikes seventeen strokes
Reason explodes, mind implodes
Come and explore the absurd world
Where language is spoken
But communication is meaningless.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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