I’m not equivocating because, obviously. She was a gardener, though, right? She won that flower thing at the community center back in ’87 and then again in ’93? Now isn’t the time, but there are almost certainly legions more, dead from the pitiless blade of your grandmother’s trowel. I know, I know, I know I shouldn’t bring it up here.

Appetizers

The Seven Dwarves
A classic. Dwarves are deep-fried in ale batter

Fairy Godmother Wings
Spicy and hot, request boned or boneless.

So, here’s my plan:
let’s fight all wars with old men now.
At the point diplomacy breaks down,
let a battlefield be agreed on,
and liberally strewn with porta-potties.

You are kingpin to my comfort,
my non-back-and-leg pain, my sleep
with deep dreams.
I’m sorry, it’s only when you get out of line that I notice you.

For your Sunday enjoyment… some comics!