Comes a knock on my door
I open it......
Dressed inside a suit
He stands tall
A clean shaven face appears.....
No thank you not today
Shuts the front door
Comes a knock on my door
I open it.....
Wearing earrings
And a shaven head
Dressed in leather trousers....
No thank you not today
Comes a knock on my door
I open it.....
Comes dressed in jeans
A T shirt
Spelt with words
I'd rather not mention.....
No thank you not today
Comes a knock on my door
I open it.....
He stands naked
That's when I do fall
I'm too shocked for words!
Interesting write, Suzan... different, but well suited. Good stuff! Brian
Why all the fashion when you don't need any clothes at all. Love it. Thanks for your comment about my poem. Kristoffer
a cleverly worded and a cheekily bouyant text that hold the reader enthralled until the last when the poet is enthralled well done rgds mike
I am shocked as well. Suzan, shame on you. A well constructed writing. A wonderful tale. Great creativity. Sometimes, the simplest things make the best reads. Congratulations! A winner! GW62
Too often, poems take such a dark route...it is fun to just let the laugh out once in a while! Good One.
Love this poem. Read it over several times, It draws you to the end, knowing there is a 'punch line' coming.
Suzan, I can understand most any man falling for that fashion, Yet again... you have surprised me. B.V.A.
...i am a man of many fashions...myself...just kidding...this is a very witty poem...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Kick over the traces'. And it's very hard to trace this man?