School's In
Two very small boys, mute but
smiling. Snakes, frogs and dogs catch
their interest, so the two frantic little
dogs greeting them with hysterical
barks translate to welcome, not threat
and they react accordingly each to its
own. Theirs is a mission, instructed in
their classrooms to 'get thee out and sell!'
and so, a mother hovering in the distance
they ring doorbells and shyly, from the
worldly experience of their years proffer
boxes of treasures for they know the sweet
value of what they purvey. But, sputtered
one, what kind did you choose? when
the householder handed them $5 for two
bars and said they're for their own
delectable pleasure; she would pay
they would enjoy. The quicker one
eagerly accepted the premise that selling
translates to profitability and they had
been awarded for their enforced enterprise
the freedom to select and to benefit.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
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Poetry
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