If I Don't Return
If I don't return it's because on the way I was drawn from my sidewalk into a pawn shop, or else becuase a morose young man pulled me by the lapels of my coat into a doorway and demanded, "What is meant by this word?" But before I could reply, someone stepped between us and said, "Say, for example, I gave you a little lamp, and you rubbed a Genie out of it, who offered you a wish. We would expect you to wish for something, but you would instead try to confuse him, you might insist he change himself into a plastic bird, or you might say to him, 'In my canoe I am pelted by leshies,' or, 'Il y a de temps en temps un con qui me visite dans ma nuit et qui s'appele Monsieur D. Able-'"
That is when I shoved her aside and made a loud noise with my lips and cried, "Listen, you ought to wish for nothing but fame and then throw the bottle away!" I went on thus . . .