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me in a shell of a nut
by Charlie Morgan
i met this guy who talked and talked.
we traded stories; i held some back;
i could not just say it all at once;
i measured the stories in dog years,
his seven to my one.
the broken wheel of time limped by;
actually trying to gain speed, when
all that would happen was the wheel
spun around and around; a hoop with
no ring to circle.
his gap-toothed smile made it easy
to look away after a Pirate's breath
blows a gale of stench in your face;
still it was humorous to watch him
walk the plank.
he was reading the paper: one picture
at a time, wiping his forehead, mouth;
then folding it, he sighs, looks at me;
asking was that Jesus or Spiderman?
check the name tag.
grabbed my 'welcome to Wal-Mart, how
may i help you?' vest and zoomed off;
found a squirrel who motioned me over,
seems the squirrel had two nuts and
wanted to share them.
11/05/2009 Posted on 11/05/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe David on 11/06/09 at 02:33 PM must have been a male squirrel. didn't know you were into that. i bet the dog years thing was actually reversed, you telling seven to his one. the dude was probably lucky to get one in. i like the broken wheel of time limping by and the gap toothed smile made it easy to look away. this is a funny one and i needed a funny one. keep 'em coming. just don't let the boulder roll back on you. that's suppose to be a tee hee, but watch out for it anyway. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 11/06/09 at 06:25 PM Walmart huh? next time I be in Texas I'll hit every Walmart til I find you. Delightful poem, As you are, Chaz. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/07/09 at 05:53 PM ... a wonderful write..... |
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