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The curved sales floor in our new Richmond, TX, store

The Menacing Stranger At ShopCo-'Tar-zhay'  - A Narrative Poem

One day at a dress shop,
I met a man selling shoes,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some hushes.

A fence, also known as a receiver, 
A mover, this an individual who knowingly buys stolen goods.
Now secretly selling now to later resell them for profit
So dishonest?

"Got any shoes?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No hughes here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely dresses,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some guesses."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally beautiful,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call dutiful,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit tall.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty cool.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the dress shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearten,
"I can help you I believe."

"Shoes, hughes, you shall find.
 guesses, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to ShopCo 'Tar-zhay' .

So to ShopCo Tar-zhay I decided to go,
In search of the hughes I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling rings,
Barbies doll in many shades.
There were even stalls selling wings
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather tall
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all cool.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some hughes!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some dresses and shoes.

"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the hughes she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
 guesses, you can't get at  ShopCo-'Tar-zhay' 
Ha! Ha! Ha! the man laughs

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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