Caroline, I . . .
Never mind
I wanted to tell you
My father is coming for Chanukah soon
So let's make up the guest room
When you get a second
And also, uh, next Sunday
Could you ask Dot and Emmie
To help with a party from seven to ten?
I'll have to ask Dottie
I was only trying to help you, you know?
With the money
It was only a game
So sue me already
Miss Crabby Appleton
I don't know what's eating you
Some people!
Honestly, there's oppression and misery
And then there are people
Who are just plain nasty
Just trying to be friendly
Just trying to be a friend
Anyway
The shirt's still good
Look, where the quarter was
You can almost read the little writing
Liberty
In God We Trust
You must've been ironing mighty hard
That's why the clothes come out so crisp
General George Washington would approve of you
How're those kids?
Those kids of yours?
Got to get the clothes out the dryer, Mrs. Gellman
Some folks goes to school at nights
The shirt's still good
Just a little burnt
Some folks march for civil rights
Take it
Or use it for cleaning or something
Some folks prosper
Then they's those
Picking coins from dirty clothes
See you upstairs!
Caroline
Something else in your mind 'sides jingle bells?
You the queen of
"Keep at bay what was once or might have been"
Little change
And strange to say
Yesterday come crashing in