The Algonquin Awaits

“Knock,” the child says. With just the slightest pause, again:
“Knock!”
Silence…
Patiently, “And now you say, ‘Come in!'”
— Come in?
“No, wait, that isn’t right. Oh! You ask me, ‘Who’s there?’
— It isn’t you?
“That’s what you do!” A huffy puff of air.
— Okay, okay. I’ll play. Who’s there?
“Uh…Europe?”
— Europe who?
Through shriek and snigglesnort the quick retort:
“No, you’re a poo!”

Five More Minutes?

Everything’s rosy and nothing is bad!
We’ve zero complaints with the week we’ve just had.
If nits needed picking, we’ve started so strong
That the rest of the year just can’t help but go wrong,
But with all things considered, that problem we’ll keep
Since this week’s been so awe– wha?
Oh, crap. I’m asleep.