Monday, December 10, 2012

On Line Chat Room 21/30

On Line Chat Room, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6
Elizabeth W. Seaver

It was the best job ever. Floyd and Fred and Erma and Amy sat every Monday morning on the Boynton's clothesline, making sure the Boyntons' Saturday night, whoop-dee-do, go-to-town, hoe-down clothes dried nicely, all ready for the following weekend. Mrs. Boynton paid them in as much birdseed as they could carry away in their plump, late summer bellies.
Now, Sunday night is the birds' whoop-dee-do, go-to-town hoe-down, so every Monday morning, there was plenty of fodder for the rumor mill. The latest was that Alfred Jay made a terrible fool of himself over Miriam Cardinal, and her a married woman. Tinker Jay let Alfred know just how far off base he was in the Peck-n-Paw parking lot. And then, Penelope Peacock looked upon the persimmon wine while it was orange, grabbing the microphone from the band. Her rendition of Feelings cleared the joint. The party continued outside. The paper-rock-scissors loser had to go back in for the next round. The owner of the Peck-n-Paw banned her from coming back for two weeks.

Yes, there was lots to talk about this morning.

7 comments:

smartcat said...

;-) !!!

Elizabeth Seaver said...

Thank you!

scmorgan said...

Hilarious!!!!

Elizabeth Seaver said...

Thanks, Susan!

Dorothy said...

Love it!

Connie said...

Love the clothes on the line - the music notes, colors - and the story - well, I just wish I'd been there!!!

Elizabeth Seaver said...

If you'd been there, Connie, there'd have been less gossiping and fighting and more dancing!