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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Here's the deal, folks... This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. The 1st HALF can be accessed, of course, by going to - "Poems by Mark Stellinga" - on the Soup. Sorry for the inconvenience... “So, what are you folks looking for?” the wormy fiend would ask. “And I should mention…things there in the windows aren’t for sale. And if you find a piece you want, just bring it up by three. At three-fifteen I close the shop so I can read my mail.” I slowly scanned the counter top where “Rockefeller” sat, and spotted lots of little signs that almost made me ill. Like: “Minnows - 10 For Fifty Cents,” “Appliances Repaired.” I glanced to check on Helen, and, I swear…if looks could kill… That man would not have lived to see another day go by. It made me grin to know how mad it made my ornery wife, And I was hoping, down inside, she’d actually blow her top and jump across the counter, where he stood…and take his life! I paid him no attention, as he rambled on and on. Instead I read more signs along the wall above his head. “Mowers fixed, of every brand” “Locksmith” “Jewelry Cleaned” And, way down in the corner there was even one that read; “Ask about our stud fee,” and I almost laughed out loud. And I suspected he was what he felt to be…the “Stud.” It only took a passing glance to see we’d figured wrong, and I could tell that Helen was as close to wanting blood As I have ever seen her, so I thought we’d hit the road. I grabbed her arm and yanked her from the hard, vindictive stare She’d held on this pathetic dork since he had started talking…(a look of which this bonehead was completely unaware.) Why so many dealers do this cruel, disgusting thing - to lure the unsuspecting souls inside their worthless shop - I will never know, but I can tell you that - today - somewhere close to ninety-five per cent aren’t worth the stop! Of course we didn’t stay to browse his close-to-worthless goods, for it was crystal clear that we were only wasting time, But Helen couldn’t leave without these cold, sadistic words: “There’s nothing in this shop that’s worth a solitary dime!” But when we stormed out angrily and got back to our car, I learned, to my dismay, that I had locked the keys inside. “It looks as though we’re going to need a locksmith,” I announced, “and one of us is going to have to eat a little pride.” “Don’t you look at me,” she growled, “this is all your fault! Before I’d let him touch our car, I’d sooner break the glass! And if you think I’d walk back in that shop to ask his help, well…you can pucker up your lips and kiss my little……butt.” This was turning out to be a truly awful day. I’d nearly killed my wife, and we’d been lured into a mall Where everything for sale was junk, and good things weren’t for sale, and now, as we would try to leave…to really top it all… Our keys were locked inside our car. And that is where we sat until a trooper happened by, and I would flag him down. He charged us sixty dollars for a couple minutes work, but we were glad he got us in…which got us out of town. Helen loves to razz me when we sit and talk with friends. She tells them how I “banged her head” to browse a lousy shop, Then locked the keys inside the car, and…making matters worse…wound up getting laughed at, then extorted, by a cop. Who, by the way, went on to say, “You folks must like antiques. My wife and I do, too, and we have been to all the rest, And I can tell you…this one here…as you are now aware…is just the finest shop around. Yup…this one is the best!” PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) Cheers, Mark
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