Stopping To Stare
Allow me the privilege of stopping to stare—
At a pretty young girl with bright purple hair.
Or, that buxom maiden who has quite a pair
The one wearing no bra, standing over there.
A brash young fellow with cap turned around
Britches pulled down--almost to the ground.
A grossly fat dude tattooed head down to toe
With a breath-takingly beautiful lady in tow.
I stopped to help this homeless man in need
He suddenly offered me a toke on his weed.
“Music” from the car in the next lane is blaring
I am holding my ears, but I cannot stop staring.
The exhaust of a motorcycle deafening loud
I suppose it makes the hog’s owner feel proud.
A man wearing a pigtail reaching to his butt
In our local grocery a woman carrying a mutt.
An aged woman riding on a three-wheel tricycle
Juggling from hand to hand a half-eaten popsicle.
Things are normal, quite ordinary, as you can see
Nothing wrong with anybody – I guess it’s me!
FOURTH PLACE WINNER
written July 23, 2021
for "An Interesting Couplet" poetry contest
sponsored by Funom Makama
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