Lapse Made His Shop Collapse

I knew it was a lapse
That made his shop collapse:
To thrown questions “Perhaps”
To feared comments “Sharraps!”

One could just sense the lapse
In the widening gaps,
On wrong heads placed caps,
In his quest for quick slaps…

Then, its ready: collapse!
From preventable lapse:
The falls: Thunderclaps;
From him no more claps,
Whistling of great songs and raps;

Long stares at women’s laps.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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