We Know the Way
I was helplessly lost in a quaint little town,
frustrated and floundering, wearing a frown
in the MARKET for oddities I’d heard about
from a friend who’d raved, “Bill’s Thrills will please you, no doubt!
I recall how to get there–I think. Write this down!”
I was careful to write down each minute detail.
I’d set out feeling positive I could not fail.
Since I had full directions, I knew I’d soon find
Bill’s Thrills, but then getting lost blew my poor mind.
My heart beat too fast and my face grew so pale,
.
Just when I’d given up on locating that shop,
an unusual SIGN on the right made me stop.
It said, “We Know the Way”; and an ARROW, bright green—
and quite curvy—led me to a most puzzling scene,
a small shop—almost HIDDEN on a mountaintop.
I bought two picture frames and a Disney whatnot.
Then my strong curiosity made me ask what
was behind the shop’s name. He said, “It did quite well
as Bill’s Thrills, but I changed it when I started to sell
these TomTom’s. They’re popular; I sell a lot!
Then so gladly I paid for a TomTom and learned
how to program it. No longer lost, I returned
to my house. Now quite often I think of that night;
in the middle of nowhere I witnessed the height
of IRONY that took me a while to discern.
March 25, 2018, entered in Julia Ward's Hidden Market Contest
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