Swindled Poem by Ima Ryma

While sitting in a subway car
A tiny man dressed all in green
Sat next to me, he looked bizarre.
He said, 'Hello, ' not to seem mean
I said, 'Hello' back to him which
Was a mistake, because then he
Felt emboldened to make his pitch,
Begging for some money from me,
For an awful disease he had,
Causing affliction to his skin.
I gave him money, feeling bad.
He took off, I was taken in.

Was victimized, my money's gone,
Fell for a classic leper con.