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
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I make the shoe
Then I make two
He needs a few
I’ll make a slew
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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
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Well I said Hi
Why no reply
He must be shy
Weird little guy
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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
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Have a good night
I hope that all your dreams are equally as bright
Comments
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 18, 2016:
Delightful poetry and thanks for the smiles.
Frank Atanacio from Shelton on May 14, 2016:
Love the poetry.. missed your entries my friend :)
Faith Reaper from southern USA on May 13, 2016:
Oh, how delightful, Mh! I enjoyed this fun poem.
Well-down.
Peace and blessings
Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on May 13, 2016:
Your poem is like a bright spot on a bleaky day. Good!
Suzette Walker from Taos, NM on May 13, 2016:
Cute poem and nicely done!
