I was called for an interview in a Liquor store.
The Boss is short and stout
And a big Cuban cigar in his mouth.
He spat and started the conversation.
'This is a mop and you must handle it very carefully
As it's like a delicate woman, if you grab tightly
You get bad results and be careful at all.'
He gave me the mop and I mopped a certain area.
Then he smiled;
'What do you think of my smile? '
'Really that resembles me Winston.Churchill.'
'Not Hitler? '
'Perhaps if that typical mustache pasted? '
'I hope that we can work together, you drink? '
'Only when my pocket happy and sounds.'
'All right, I'll call you soon before the Christmas season.'
My old sleigh skidded in the Snow-White dream.
* To all my friends in the site.
A colorful interview indeed. I hope that this is good news for you. Warm wishes, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The breadth of your imagination is limitless, Nimal. Another curious story about an unpleasant fellow who symbolizes the 'haves' of this world. Your final line 'My old sleigh skidded in the Snow-White dream' has an Alice in Wonderland quality that particularly charms this reader. Another fine poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥