The Zoo

I love the way the word zoo makes my mouth hum.
Zooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
I like to play my kazoo at the zoo.
But the zookeeper doesn’t like the noise.
“If you don’t want people playing kazoos at the zoo, why sell them in the gift shop?” I shout.
“Just because we sell them, we don’t encourage their use here,” he shouted back. “You can buy condoms at the drug store, but you don’t use them there, right?”
Of course not.
His wife is the pharmacist. We’re having an affair. And she’s on the pill.
(Or. at least she says she is.)