“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Saturday, July 30, 2011

The adventures of the Martian Monkey Boy

Pretty Face; PF: Where is the screwdriver?
Monkey Boy; MB: Do you want the cross or the straight?
PF: ....
MB: OK, show me what you want to use it for
PF: That thing wiggles ...
MB: Oh, that needs an Allen key
PF: Where is that, then?
MB: The Allen keys are kept in descending order of size in the little plastic box atop the tool kit, in the compartment to the left
PF: Where is the tool kit?
MB: In the garage, on the bottom shelf on the right, by the spare fabric softener
PF: OK, would you get the right size Allen key and fix this wobbly bit for me then?
MB: Deep sigh ...

Another day (not so far, far away)
MB: Where are the king size duvet covers?
PF: In the guest bedroom near the mirror
MB: I don't see a mirror in here ...?
PF: You should know I meant the window
MB: Deeper sigh ...

MB: Note to self - Venus must be a scrapyard, unlike the gleaming city blocks of Mars. And yet, why do Martians emigrate to Venus all the time?

1 comment:

Maj said...

Martians in no way can transcend the charm and tranquility of Vensuians.There is absolutely no harm in ignoring the lack of thoroughness by a busy multitasking Venusian.
P.S.:From the planet of Venus - Beware in making fun of a fellow sister !!
M.J.