Clockwise Cat Strikes Back

Time’s elderberry bush. And in this manner
we laughed and cried in each other’s arms
until the long night came and strangled the
morning out of us.
Needless to say, most critics failed to proclaim
it the feel good hit of the summer.
OVER 545 MILLION SERVED
Giving in to a wave of self-splurgeosity, I motored to a drive-thru and ordered
everything on the dollar menu; but imagine my chagrin when I opened the second
superstuffed bag and discovered that the McMoron had forgotten to put a pack of jelly in.
Obeying the call of my patriotic blood, I ambled right up to the counter and calmly
asked the lovely vampire for a pack of jelly, grape or raspberry; but she disbelieved my
story about having just gone through the drive-thru. And instead of grabbing some jam,
she lifted a golden phone receiver from the blood-stained wall.
“Is this the Jelly Po-Po? I’d like to report an attempted robbery,” she stated,
laconically, alike it had happened before.
So now I am writing to you from an ice-cold cell on toilet paper and with a pen I had to
kill a man for, and it’s a shame indeed. Why, I remember when this country had enough
jelly for everybody—back when we called it The Great Land of Jam and Jelly.