The Stocky Salesman Poem by Kevin Maroney

He came in, all huff and bluff,
filled with good sales and salary stuff.
In came he, ahead with good tidings,
harbingers that turned to be bad imbibings.
Out of of his mouth, little did flow
Down the man's throat, did everything go,
Green and blue, which give one the shivers,
Dare he to look and be-come one that gibbers.

Were he to fly, far far away,
he'd notice a language full of different sway,
so strange in fact, compared to this,
he'd wonder why he'd fallen under spell and hiss,
no Scream and batter at the sky,
Ask it angrily, why why oh why....
Curse it for his dastardly luck
why he'd fallen for such obvious bluff.
Unfortunate that his foulness discraced
such clouds his anger shouldn't have faced.

For this salesman wasn't there to pay,
but profit from his flock, his own ideal sway.