I “caught” them with their party cones
And chocolate cake that read “Hap Bi”.
They sorry-sorryied, wiping hands.
I sorry-sorryied, let them be.
I filled our bottles at the tap
And picked a promo flyer up.
It promised me some “carefree care”.
I turned it to a buttercup.
I left it with a sticky-note
Beside the always-ringing phone.
Our morning meds tray had a piece
Of smiling cake under a cone.