So I'll start with the entitle poem,
"Enter Invisible for Northrop Frye."
So she says to me, you be the heavy father
and I'll be the hayseed, and she's all right, better than.
And it's dark.
And the bar, pretty empty.
So we start this courtship mockery over a Bud,
and peanuts, and the noise of the dishwasher.
She's calling me Alazon but I don't know who that is.
And if it means say, scoring later on, I'll take it.
She's in black and I'm in button down blue.
At some point, I can't remember when.
Did I order dinner?
Dinner arrives.
And I eat and get fat fast.
She becomes my daughter, but I still want to sleep with her.
What bar is this?
I'm thinking.
The bartender looking at me like I'm the brain
worm, a professional fool.
And he's right.
For quick as whippets, I've got long ears and a tail.
Jackass, I think.
Fool, I think.
And my conquest, my daughter, she's
trying the eyeball elsewhere.
So I'm drowning in it, beer and air,
and I pull the bartender down, and whimper.
I'm just a woodland fellow.
But he says, you are an ass, indeed.
That's Northrop Frye's model of what comedy, all comedies,
follow that model, more or less.