If you’re kissing your mustachioed husband,
I won’t buy your particular brand of ham sandwich.
No. Not today. And I don’t need any more sand
in these autoclaves; already, the canaries fail to spin
about half the time. I need some of those fail-safe,
sand-safe autoclaves, or your husband
without a mustache, or double the canaries.
I hope you can understand. I feel that you will.