The haberdasher is open for all
who come to visit the quaint little town~
he sells silly notions of every kind:
bells and buttons, beads and bows, musical
whimsies to delight and upright a frown,
perhaps a potion designed and refined,
dolls and dresses, lace and chiffon, dainty
kerchiefs for dandy's distain, balloons
for the party, flowers for the ball, nice
little gumdrops and large lollipops, bees
for bonnets and crayons to draw cartoons
for the king, plus fancy traps to catch mice.
The haberdasher will have what you need
(in the back room he may even have weed).
The Kings Haberdasher
Pity the plight of the king’s loyal jester
a fool denying the lies that fester
knowing his reach
the end of his leash
naught but an annoying mental molester
©7/30/2017
submitted to – The Jester – Poetry Contest
Haberdasher’s Thoughts
The haberdasher has
that season of the year
he rids his racks, his bins
of oddments.
I have no season of the year
like that.
Today, or any day, a derby,
spats or chrome-tipped cane
can shuffle out from stock.
I have no choice.
I have to offer counter space.
Donal Mahoney
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