Walking down Rundle Mall Wearing my new raincoat Up I go and open coat Do you want a ........ And off they walk This is no good I'm being ignored I'll try this young lady Excuse me miss And I open my coat And away she is going This is sad, this is bad Not the response I'm expecting I'll try once more This nice old lady Again I open raincoat And start my spiel Why yes young man She quickly answers What sort of poems Are you selling
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Why you dirty minded people, I bet you thought something else. A poet has to make a living somehow LOL
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoAug 22, 2011
,Bravo,for a minute i thought the old hag would have invited you home ,you had me for a while,BRILLIANT STEVE,keep them coming..
Mariette01Adelaide, South Australia AustraliaAug 23, 2011
Don't sell yourself short Honey,
netmanMelbourne, Victoria AustraliaSep 5, 2011
I thought I saw you the other day selling your poetry in Rundle Mall. Thought I'd go up and say hello. When he opened his raincoat I saw that it was not poems he was selling.
netmanMelbourne, Victoria AustraliaSep 5, 2011
Forgot to add that it was watches. Why what did you think?
AyhraAdelaide, South Australia AustraliaSep 6, 2011
I still have the smike on my face, funny. Good luck with the selling! :)
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