Johnny Dollar
Young and devil
As is a monkey on the tree
I jumped, grabbed, moved
Even upside down
Unaware of the outcome; till tired
Hungry, after hours of play
I reached for my pockets empty
To the pieces of paper; my bus ticket
Now in another city far away
I had to make it home.
Necessity is mother of creation
And I turned to Johnny Dollar
Sherlock Holmes
I caught him; a thief
He, the conductor
Took the tickets
Pretending to cut into halves
Gave the half to passenger to hold to
The culprit had in rubber band
A bundle, all halves;
Kept the full intact
A magician
“I caught you…”
My face told him
I rode for free
As guest ate his tomatoes
And got me a ticket
Before departure
From Karaj to Tehran
I made it free…
Great is necessity!
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