White sighed at the stack
of stew-stained dishes.
The little bastards, she muttered.
The day before she had caught Sneezy--
for the obvious reason--watching her bathe
in the cold lagoon. And Dopey with his
goofy questions. She would talk to them
she decided, have a short house meeting,
tell them things more precious
than treasure--like rinse off your plate,
the damn whistling, and size does matter.
ALWAYS WANTED THE JOKER TO WIN
Because he was the fall guy
at the chemical plant.
Because he pulled off satin ties
and purple suits, hair blazing like toxic
Because his taste in art, though macabre,
was as genuine as gut laughter.
Because beneath that smug and dangerous
grin, that chalky skin, seemed
a terribly, terribly sad joke.