He remembers something nauseously:
Twice he's called Lorainne "fat slug",
once he mocked bald Ken's new rug,
now and then he's used Fran's mug.
He teeters backwards cautiously.
He holds his screams in silently:
Heaves Lorainne across the wall,
drops Ken's poorly hit baseball,
serves Fran at her beck and call,
but wants to throw up violently.
He pretends to take them seriously:
Tells Lorainne to rest a while,
compliments Ken's batting style,
loves Fran's photos of the Nile,
survives the day precariously.
His ears prick up receptively:
Lorainne complains he sleeps at work,
dumbass Ken calls him a jerk,
Fran lists faults, then gives a smirk.
He frowns and nods perceptively.