A poem for Snoop.
Whilst wandering a Christmas day
(Adrift in dreams of far away),
I came across a man who wore
A dozen hats, or maybe more –
‘Good morrow, friend!’ I called and tipped
My cap to which the other dipped
His own in some distinguished stoop,
And said a single, gracious…
With knitted brow and nervous smile
I pondered his reply a while,
Which made, it seemed, no sense to me
(Or you, I’m sure that you’ll agree ) –
And so I smiled and tipped my hat
Again, and cried: ‘well, fancy that!
You’ll never guess – it seems I heard
Instead of your reply a word
Nonsensical and quite absurd!’
I laughed aloud (alone) before
The silence stretched a moment more.
My hopeful grin began to droop –
The man returned a single…
‘I see,’ said I…
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