Once again, I participated in the International Put Your Poem In A Shop Month Festival (hosted by the effervescent Niamh at Various Cushions). But this time wasn't quite as exciting as last week's venture. Why there were no mirrors or men in suits, or even any other people at all on my aisle. Oh well, I still enjoy the thought of people seeing that slip of paper on the shelf & going, "what the h%$$?" Without further ado, here is my North American Poem in a Shop contribution for the week.
In case you can't read it, the poem says:
This one's too sweet.
This one's too nasty.
This whole shelf was
written by twelve
year old boys.
I just want a card
for my niece's* ex-husband's
Is that too much to ask?
*Note: This is a work of fiction. My niece is 9 years old and as such doesn't actually have an ex-husband. Nor do I know anyone with a weimaraner.
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