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!"
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