Sometimes, when they got home in the afternoon,

Mr. Fun would sit with Mrs. Fun’s scarves.

She had kept them in a basket under the old spring bed.

He held each one to his face.

The scarves were silk and many colors.

Each birthday he used to buy Mrs. Fun a new one.

When times were hard, Mrs. Fun went to the shop

a few days before her birthday with one of her old scarves.

She told the woman to look out for the blind man
that was her husband, then said:

“Please sell this old one to him for the price of the wrapping.”

Whenever Mr. Fun checked in the basket
under the old spring bed,

he believed his wife kept losing them.

That Mrs. Fun, he thought.