misterr misterr
I got a day for you
what sorrt a day
you want
misterr
misterr
he walked
slowly
but determinedly
through the bazaar
taking in the sounds
misterr
hey misterr
and the sights
letting the whole
hyperactive
milieu
with its raucous cacophony
wash over him
as he walked
I got a day
what sorrt a day
you want
I got sun
got moon
got storrm and rrain
misterr
you want day verry clear
I got
.
.
.
.
hey
misterr
today
was for strolling
for atmosphere
and familiarity
tomorrow
he might bargain
a little
bicker
to acquire
his weather
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: November 8th, 2017 01:53
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments5
Sounds like some heavenly bazaar where we can choose our weather?
You do have a vivid imagination, Frank, and it shows in this whimsy, but interesting and well structured poem.
Hi Fred. Who knows what might get offered at a bazaar? Could happen!
Reminds me of the bazaars in Istanbul where you are constantly harassed - not that they sell weather ( I hope
they don't see this posting or they might get ideas) - enjoyed the write Frank.
misterr ,,, you buy him? Beeuuuuwwwtiful day forr youuu!
misterr asda price
A fine write Frank.
Thanks O. Hope your weather is what you would choose.
I'll take some blue skies, 75 degrees, and could you sprinkle in a few birds chirping with that please. Excellent write Frank.
Done deal, AP. Hope you enjoy the day.
A bazaar poem to fit the bazaar it is set in. Thought-provoking and enjoyable, as is all of your work, Frank!
A little strange, I'll grant you. Thanks for reading and your comment Louis. Much appreciated.
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