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The Strangers (poem)

Updated on May 12, 2016

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

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    • suzettenaples profile image

      Suzette Walker suzettetaos 10 months ago from Taos, NM

      Cute poem and nicely done!

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 10 months ago from The Caribbean

      Your poem is like a bright spot on a bleaky day. Good!

    • Faith Reaper profile image

      Faith Reaper 10 months ago from southern USA

      Oh, how delightful, Mh! I enjoyed this fun poem.

      Well-down.

      Peace and blessings

    • Frank Atanacio profile image

      Frank Atanacio 10 months ago from Shelton

      Love the poetry.. missed your entries my friend :)

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 10 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Delightful poetry and thanks for the smiles.

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