Poked Again
" Poked Again "
I went to the farmers market
on a hot summers day
standing in a long line
patiently waiting to pay.
I felt something poking me
right in the behind
I just kind of ignored it
I was trying to be kind.
The long line was moving
slowly very slowly
Suddenly, I felt it again
poking right into me.
It poked me firmly
right in my behind
I reached around to feel it
and here is what I find.
I touched it with my fingers
it was hard and long
poking into my behind
is so very wrong.
I wrapped my fingers around it
feeling it up and down
I’m glad no one noticed
my embarrassed frown.
While my fingers held it
I was Poked Again
I turned my head and saw a man
standing with a grin.
I turned around all red faced
the line moved up ahead
just one more poke from this man
and for sure he will be dead.
I made it to the cashier
and quickly paid for my food
when then I felt another poke
this man is extremely rude.
I turned around so angry
thinking this is such a bummer
then I saw his basket
filled with a cucumber.
I was now so embarrassed
with nothing left to say
as I left the farmers market
on this hot summer day...
Penned By MPK
NOTE: Everyone Needs A Good Deep Belly Laugh As Good Humor Is A Good Thing...
Copyright © Mickey Pig Knuckles | Year Posted 2008
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