My Cardboard Balcony

My Zeppelin by Belinda Roddie I can see my house from up here! An extraordinary sight, as I hoist cloudy sails and breathe windy wails while I rise to brand new heights.

"I failed the anatomy exam," groaned Larry as we sat down in the cafeteria together. The daily special looked like something out of science class, too. Some sort of monstrosity that may have perhaps been a flourishing animal at some point before being mutilated. "What did you get wrong?" I asked. With a sneer, he answered, "What did I get right? That's the better question. And to think, it's the human body, which I inhabit!"