The brothers’ related banter…
J: So Hank, let me ask you real quickly how are you doing?
H: I’m good. I’m a little bit stressed ’cause it’s Pizzamas.
J: Yes.
H: And I need to make a podcast today.
J: Yes.
H: And also a video.
J: Yes.
H: And also go to a gala (gay-la), gala (ga-la), gala (gar-la).
J: Should we move directly into the short poem of the day in that case?
H: Yeah, Sure!
J: Hank, I would like to tell you something that is deeply true: I do not have a short poem for today.
H: Hahaha, ok, well that was a really beautiful poem, John.
J: Thank You, let’s move on to the next portion. I’m going to find a poem, Hank, while we are talking. Um, I really–I’ve already read that Margaret Atwood poem that I use in times of crisis–Ah ok, we will use this Dorothy Parker poem, “Unfortunate Coincidence”.
H: You’ve had too many times of crisis.
J: I have a list of short poems on my phone; in case of emergency and we are in one. So we are going to use this Dorothy Parker poem, “Unfortunate Coincidence”.
(Reads poem)
H: Oh Dang.
J: Dorothy Parker, “Unfortunate Coincidence”.
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By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying —
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.