Outside The Inn
I sit uncomfortably
As the little man stares
He reminds me of a
Leprechaun in overalls
Breathing through his mouth
A look of puzzlement
Takes over his face
Something tells me
He’s had this look before
I’ve been avoiding his eyes
Scared to be caught
For fear I’ll be rendered
As dumb struck as he
I try not to get irritated
As he keeps up this ritual
I’ll feel better when you arrive
To save me from the
Brooding bumpkin
Standing outside room 101
Perhaps wondering if I’m here
To steal his lucky charms …
— me, 04.15.00
good poem!
i think our previous exchange might have given some of your readers the wrong idea…. i am not upset over yours and GudKarma’s good-natured joke. i thought it was funny as hell.
I know that … 😉 Otherwise I would have never wrote all of that … ooops! Did I just admit to authoring that? Darn … lol
Hee! This poem is good!
The Duchess