Walked a while on a sunny day
Enjoying spring; I say
Just before me walked an angry man
Talking out loud; no-one was near
Anger bubbled in his head
Like a storm; from him it bled
Words burst forth through the air
Someone must have pissed him off
A car was mentioned; his anger I felt
"I'm blue" he said "just like you"
"It's just a car, what's the stew?
I slowed and stopped as he bent over
Picking up an old durry; he spoke some more
Would his words even up the score?
Crossed the street and out escaped a sigh
I didn't want to catch his eye...
"Poor bloke" thought I
Shame he turned the air blue with his words
Nice manners he eschewed
"It's likely storm clouds follow you"
9 November 2016
Just before me walked an angry man
Talking out loud; no-one was near
Anger bubbled in his head
Like a storm; from him it bled
Words burst forth through the air
Someone must have pissed him off
A car was mentioned; his anger I felt
"I'm blue" he said "just like you"
"It's just a car, what's the stew?
I slowed and stopped as he bent over
Picking up an old durry; he spoke some more
Would his words even up the score?
Crossed the street and out escaped a sigh
I didn't want to catch his eye...
"Poor bloke" thought I
Shame he turned the air blue with his words
Nice manners he eschewed
"It's likely storm clouds follow you"
9 November 2016
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