For my friends who have a sense of humor…
Bao Ling sat on the balcony of Floating Wind brothel. A courtesan of low rank, she was deep into writing verse. She now had a scroll of 100 poems, needing revision.
“Bao! Bao! Squat Mother says you are to prepare for honored guest. Come in and apply your cosmetics”
Poor lame Midori was her maid and Bao turned her face obediently to the brushes and powders of her only friend.
“Who’s coming?” she asked as Midori painted her eyebrows high on her forehead.
“So sorry, but it’s Tanaka-san today.”
Bao’s eyes widened. “Aiiieee! He likes things pushed in odd places!”
“Just do as he wants. We’ll have rice balls later.”
Tanaka-san’s karma was to be short shafted and have peculiar desires. Bao mourned her own karma.
In her confusion Midori grabbed the slim scroll of poems and put it where the sun don’t shine.
Midori was beaten. Over rice balls, they decided the poems had bad karma and probably belonged where they ended.