The tiger dreams only of death

In a newish house far from Paris
Partially covered with vines
Lived five related people
Completely out of line.

Completely out of line
They broke their double fiber whole wheat bread
Brushed their teeth (with free toothpaste yay coupons!)
And went to bed. (Mom and Dad wrestling over the comforter, son with his phone, daughter with Netflix, other daughter away at college, alone. We hope.)

Oh screw that. You’ll like this better anyway.

I’m asking pointed questions about contraception over at PoliTits. Pointed like a knitting needle. Come join the fun.

P.S. Something for the Downton Abbey fans among us.

P.S.S. What you want is an Adult Education.  Or dreams. Dreams are good.