Soapbox Stan Poem by Jacqueline Williams

Complaining, Complaining, Complaining that's Stan
He most certainly was an unusual man.
Every chance he would get, on his soapbox he stood
That soapbox well used, painted green, made of wood.

Stan's clothing was odd, much attention to draw
A strange mixture of pattern, you never have saw
From his yellow top hat, on his auburn curled locks
To the pink and blue tie-dyed, he liked to call socks.

A tartan red jacket, adorned his broad chest
We won't mention his trousers, it's probably best.
An umbrella he carried, of red, white and blue
And a tie, sporting creatures best see in a Zoo.

Complaining, Complaining, Complaining that's Stan
As he stood on his soapbox, to entertain man.
Stan's appearance you see, so outrageous, absurd
Stunned audiences watched, without hearing a word.