Door To Door Salesman Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

What does a closed door mean?
Knock, knock upon a glassed screen…
You are selling something I do not need
Your immediate departure I will not impede

Knock… knocking… don’t want a special deal
I have already cancelled your rehearsed spiel
With the storm door opened just a crack
Your performance begins a lack of tact

You profess to the novelty of saving me money
You can offer so much more without the journey
Sign here, your satisfaction will be upgrading
No thanks… hopes for a commission are fading

Remember not to come knocking any time soon
Be on your way and put away your sugar spoon
Perhaps your luck will be better when you arrive
At the sign: 'All solicitors are welcome inside.'

12/27/07