Runnin’ Round with a Turtle on My Neck
by Mark Lyons
Image by Fabio Grandis from Pixabay
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“Hit the dumpster! Hit the dumpster!” wails Mark at the top of his lungs.
“Mark!” gasps Sally as she rushes into the room. “Are you okay? I thought I heard screaming!”
“Uh, what?” asks Mark as he turns around to face his wife. “I’m fine. Did you have the TV on too loud? Are the neighbors okay?”
“No, and the neighbors are fine,” replies Sally. “It came from this room.
“Huh,” says Mark. “Was it the cat?”
“Pretty sure, no,” responds Sally.
“I was singing along to the song on the radio,” says Mark. “I am working on some sock orders. At one point, I was using the cutting board to cut out some of our self-award-winning poems that are put in every order from SammySocks Etc. The cutting board makes a kind of scraping noise. Maybe that’s what you heard.”
“Okay,” says Sally. “Let’s go with that. And it’s hit the dance floor.”
“Uh?” asks Mark.
“It’s hit the dance floor, not hit the dumpster,’ says Sally.
“Yeah, that’s what I said,” says Mark. “Hit the dumpster. Hit the dumpster,” wails Mark as he flails his arms and bobs his head.
Sally sighs and closes the door to the sock work room just as Mark breaks into “Runnin’ round, runnin’ round, runnin’ round with a turtle on my neck!”
“Oh, Honey,” says Sally. “It’s throwin’ that dirt all on my name!”