TWO OLD POETS

I watched the two old poets sitting silently at the kitchen table in Kansas. They had written so many beautiful poems over so many years that they deserved a break. Behind them, in the kitchen, a young fella was flipping pancakes. The cat jumped onto the television set. One old poet drew long lines on a piece of paper. The other looked over and said: "That's really good. You should be a painter." In the long lines, the cat really began to look like a pancake.

OK. Breaktime is over. Each poet stands up and walks over to their corner of the room. It's time to write. About pancakes!