Day Forty-five

Today's words:

Comedy

Tooth

Taxi

Spaghetti

Bingo

Cellar

Is life a comedy

Or a tragedy?  That's the tooth

Of the question. Like trying to hail a taxi

In the rain. Or making spaghetti

For one. Kind of useless. Or like playing bingo

In the church cellar

With the other old ladies.  Down in another cellar

A different comedy

Is playing out. It's like a game of bingo

Or a child losing a tooth.

Start the water for the spaghetti;

The guests will be here soon - they're taking a taxi.

I get out of the taxi

And go down to the wine cellar

To look for a  bottle to go with the spaghetti,

As the comedy

That is our life goes on. Tomorrow I'll go to the dentist; I've got a tooth

That needs to be looked at. Oh, and it's also bingo

Night at the church. "Bingo?

"Now that's a new one. I didn't think you played. Can you call a taxi?

"I should head home. Good luck with that tooth."

I guess I'll head back down to the cellar

For another bottle to finish myself as I contemplate the comedy

Of my life as I wash the spaghetti

Dishes. Tomorrow's dinner will be leftover spaghetti

After bingo.

I hear there's a new comedy

At the cinema. We can take a taxi

There. They've turned the cellar

Into another screening room.  Maybe I'll go after having my tooth

Checked.  I hope there's nothing wrong with that tooth.

I finished cleaning up after the spaghetti

Dinner and brought the big pot back down to the cellar.

Maybe I'll skip bingo.

There's something ineffably sad about taking a taxi

At night. You never see that in a comedy.

In the end, my tooth was OK. I went to bingo

And then came home and ate spaghetti. I didn't take a taxi

Though, and I stayed out of the cellar. I want this to be a comedy.