The Salesman
~A knock on my door came late in the day,
in wonder I pondered, who could be there.
I peered through the peep to keep them at bay,
eyeing this merchant, returning my stare.
I asked through the crack, just what have you sir,
he stated, my friend, just wait till you see,
it slices, it dices, mixes and stirs,
from all of these chores, you’re quickly set free.
I swung wide the door, responding in kind,
I care not to buy these wares that you sell.
He placed in my hand this wonderful find
then sold me on whim and quickly turned tail.
It broke the next day, though spared from the trash
to always remind me...never pay cash.
June 30, 2022
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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