Hannibal Lecter, 12 Years Old
He’d won the championship before
and was hoping to win it again
after his three-year enforced hiatus.
Marbles had always been his game
and he remained undeterred when they
disallowed his use of artificial eyeballs,
insisting on cat’s-eyes and agates only,
making allowances for occasional moonies
but never any metal ball bearings.
They had their standards, after all.
They thought he’d learned his lesson
until he showed up with a big bagful of
nice juicy Marilyn Monroe blues.
RDP Friday ~ EYEROLLING