[ Merton/Tommy | K | 100w | 2007-03-02 ]
Tommy needs a haiku, and quick.
Poet
“Quick-I need a haiku.”
Merton froze, visibly panicked. “I haven’t written any new material, Tommy!”
Tommy growled, hands bunching into fists. “We don’t have time to fool around. If I don’t change back soon I won’t make the dance with Stacy.”
Merton blinked; when his eyes started going from side to side, Tommy sniffed.
“Merton. I can smell when you’re lying.”
“Okay! Okay.” He rubbed his hands together.
“Tommy, the dance waits
but something else waits for you
right before your eyes.”
Tommy leaned down, grinning wolfishly at the nervous Merton.
“Why didn’t you just say so?”