I just spilled blueberry juice

on my white henley at breakfast.

That’s it!

The shirt is ruined.

Never gonna get that stain out.

It’s doomed to be a “work ‘n sweat-shirt”

for the rest of its life.

But then I thought,

“Wait a second!

Fishermen have seagull-poop painted on fishing-caps!

Youngsters (15-35 years old)

wear pre-holed blue jeans!

(Some more holed than whole>)


Think of the artistic possibilities!

A heart-shaped-tomato-sauce puddle

dripped on the chest of your brand new Van Heusen.

A rainbow of fruit juices

flowing across the lap

of your white-cotton- sun dress.


oozed onto a taupe cashmere vest.

Wine drops keep falling’ on my tux!

Never worry again about

a dribbled faux pas

during your next dinner date.

Paint the stain on the garment

before you don it.

Enjoy all those first-kiss- selfies

without the sudden embarrassed pain

of a gravy stain

on your red silk shirt.

A never ending stream

of photos of yourself

without the whoops-factor.

There is historical precedent, you know.

Orgy-togas in ancient Rome

daubed in oil and vinegar and pesto.

And then, we will always have…


About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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