Success at Last
A lady at the coffee shop was sobbing.
Good Samaritan that I am, I said gently:
May I be of any help to you, madam?”
“Not really,” she said, “it’s my husband,
this morning...an accident...fatal, finally.”
“Oh, I am so very sorry,” I said hoping
my sympathy might lessen her grief.
“Don’t be sorry, please. My tears are a relief.
In fact, I’m overjoyed. For after years
of repeated failures and bitter tears
I finally got his freakin’ brakes to fail!"
And can’t you just picture him pumping
and pumping the pedal to no avail?
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2020
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