Nottingham KnockersA Poem by Chris Shaw(door to door sales)
too late
Nottingham Knockers have found our doorbell and the man of the house has been caught short taken by surprise i can see by the look in his eyes he is going to part with cash before the minute hand reaches o’clock young offenders on a mission to rehabilitate selling what can only be called crap at sky high prices let the bartering start such a polite young man bids me good morning as my spouse with a soft heart peruses the stock in an overstuffed duffle bag what he said you must be joking poking around for something that might have possibilities of being partially useful settles for a screen scraper well there’s ice about in February cold boldly knocks down the price opens his wallet flashes his cash a fiver or nothing at all a be thankful for small mercies smiles back the deal is done well he’s someone’s son says my man could have been ours © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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26 Reviews Added on February 18, 2023 Last Updated on February 18, 2023 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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