Shaken, not disturbed
His appearance didn't
bode well for business,
what with his tailored coat
all rumpled and stained
- and red. So damn red.
But then again, one couldn't
really blame him for trying,
what with his strange habits,
like uttering utterances
about apples. And light bulbs.
"Jenkins. Mister Jenkins." He'd say,
grinning like a demented fool,
"I'll have some apples."
"And some light bulbs."
"Shaken, not disturbed mind you!"
Ever the oddball, Mr. Jenkins.
But we loved him all the same.
What with his oddities
and unmentionables, yes;
that we certainly did.
Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2007-10-02 at 19:08
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