Ten

I hate my door, I hate a knock... Cause lately... All I get is shock This time it was ten, Eager vacuum salesmen, With ready pen... Each bi-focalled Painted on smile... Always ready To go the extra mile... Another sales commission, Delivering stuff, Without permission Be at the next company Before they caught on, Smiling proud, Bigger commissions Where he'd gone... Now I was in no mood For vacs, or knocks, Or demonstrations, Or heart felt sales remonstrations.... I opened it up, Baseball bat in hand... How many would one swing Send into the stand? Ten nervous giggles, Ten vacs held up in defense... Doesn't matter....Ten "Over the fence!"