Quickly, now, we tiptoed,

away from Notorious Joe,

our cover we were sure not to blow,

“Ouch!” A throbbing big toe.

 

Jack whispered, “Oh woe.”

the torch in his hands aglow,

no light from the kitchen window,

the glass, imported from Glasgow.

 

“Be quiet!” Jack nearly bellowed,

a vase sent crashing due to his elbow,

made in Malay Archipelago,

says the label, but it’s really from Mexico.

 

Little me said, “Oh, oh”

as Joe walked in with an espresso,

and she was mostly known as a virago,

and she was mostly known as a virago.