Where Will Pcw Stop First
The bargain master peddler man rides into town two times a year.
We gather at the road, begging him to come to our house first, “please dear!”
He is riding a persnickety particular parenthesis caravan walker without fear.
The PPCW makes all of the decisions, the BMPM follows to avoid a big jeer.
He will be here when he is here, our ancestors tell us. Relax. There’s a cheer!
PPCW has chosen a house, somewhere down the road. I lend a clear ear.
They are newcomers to town. They are rude, impoliite and they drink beer!
The PPCW has stopped at their home, and the BMPM is unloading his gear!
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