AT THE MALL

I have lived in another time and place,
Now I think I must be in outer space!
There at the table sits a guy with purple hair,
My oh my, it is hard not to stare!s
There is the dad wearing the backwards cap,
Ignoring the daughter running around his lap.
He is sitting in one of those chairs that shake,
I want to say, “Look at her, for goodness sake!”
As the child now beats her hands to the floor,
All kinds of oddities are entering the store.
I wonder what is in that big backpack,
Let us hope she is not a kleptomaniac!
I believe I have seen enough for one day,
Where is the door, show me the way!

~Marie T. Morrison~


Entering the mall, I saw the purple hair, and my mind started spinning with this lyrical poem. I starting penning then and there. As I waited for my turn to get my new eye glasses a few minutes later, I finished up the poem. Never have I written something so quickly! MTM