Nassy Fesharaki

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Johnny Dollar - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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!

Topic(s) of this poem: memories

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 27, 2015

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