Charles Henderson Poet Rhyme

The Salesman

Door to door, floor to floor,
walking, knocking, talking.
They have the most, least, best,
fastest, strongest, ever to pass the test.
Any or all to be had for a price- - -!
They are nice but never stop talking.
They can’t make a sale by walking.
Knuckles are sore from knocking.
They constantly practice the hawking.
Sales are a ratio of presentation, 
so they give it without hesitation.
The goal is to sell total population.
Talk fast, close hard, get paid, don’t rile,
leave a card, and smile, smile, smile.

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Andrea Dietrich August 27, 2012 at 5:47 PM THis is great. Hmmm, I forgot the title of that poem that Debs copied and won such a great placement for . I better go back to the blog and get the title. Hope I can track it down.

Debbie Guzzi August 21, 2012 at 2:26 PM LOL so try now do the Jehovah witnesses! Light & Love

Sukmawati Komala August 21, 2012 at 9:10 AM Great write !!! have a wonderful day Charles :) SK

Tim Ryerson August 21, 2012 at 5:14 AM Good one Charles!...I tried selling solar screens back in the 80's and was a miserable failure...guess it takes a certain kind of personality...have a great day! - Tim

Robert Pettit August 21, 2012 at 12:01 AM The towns around here won't allow you to make a living this way without a peddler's license. You also did not mention that nearly all potential clients have a big vicious dog ready to take a chunk out of any PITA salesman. However, this is still a great piece with fine descriptiveness and rhyming.