One Way Trip

by Richard Tornello

Junie, Junie ain't no goony
She's got it figured out: he's a loony.
He screams, he hollers,
He jumps and yells.
Then she tells him "go to hell."

"Been there," says he, "the cookin's terrible, you'll see."

With a wrinkle of her nose,
A tap of her finely pedicured toes
Up in smoke,
Fire and ash,
there he goes.