Nancy Stere Poet Light Verse

The Little Man

At the grocers the other day
while looking at the meat display.
a voice that was so low
from where I really don`t know.
am I crazy  I`ve no clue
I slowly turned back looked around.
A tiny person I found.
I didn`t know what to think
I had nothing strong to drink.
gaining composer I asked him "why?"
not too sure if he was alive.
"It`s cold help me out."
"I hate the smell of sauerkraut."
Moving closer my whole body shook
he gave me the dirty looks.
I carefully held out my hand
helping out that cold little man.
Better get out of there fast
with him that was a task.
Opening my purse he jumped in
almost landing on a sharp pin.
At the checkout I left him out.
He vanished I could smell sauerkraut.

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