The Strangers (poem)
I was doing my dishes,I think I was
When from my front room I heard a buzz
I went to inspect as one normally does
There was a man face covered with fuzz
I make the shoe
Then I make two
He needs a few
I’ll make a slew
I start speaking to the man Why are you here
How on earth did you get in I need to hear
Do you understand Am I making myself clear
He just keeps making shoes.He doesn’t veer
Well I said Hi
Why no reply
He must be shy
Weird little guy
I’m not trying to be rude, please understand.
I have to run
I appreciate the shoes. They’re really all so grand.
These shoes should stun
We both have to admit their number’s out of hand.
He has a ton
To go to bed ‘bout now, is more of what I’d planned.
Rest now we’re done
Have a good night
I hope that all your dreams are equally as bright