Poem #29

Distraction

I once watched a man as he trudged to Nantucket,

He carried with him a rather large bucket. 

Curious as to what was inside

I sauntered next to him and I calmly lied

“Ho there kind sir, what a lovely purse”

He glared at me and replied quite terse.

“What I have here I need to make me whole”

I said “that’s nice” and he walked into a pole.

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