Week 32 – Fellow #2


It was a friendly hello

From that funky fellow

Who would cry and bellow

Though he swore he was mellow.

It wasn’t every day

When he’d whine and pray

Though he’d get his way

And the longer he’d stay.

I tried to scare him out

But then he’d scream and pout

I began to shout

While he danced about.

This went on for days

He had me in a craze

I found no means or ways

When he sat and met my gaze.

Things then took a turn

My eyes no longer burned

My stomach didn’t churn

And I finally learned.

He wasn’t really there

In my mind I didn’t care

It was simply a pear

At which when stoned I’d stare.