Nice Bag

Nice bag, she says as I place it on the chemist’s counter.

Thank you, I say.

Yes, she says, admiring it.

Good looking.

Compact.

Square-shouldered.

Sturdy.

Not likely to topple over.

A bit like me, on a good day, I reply

She smiles, the sort of smile that says, I better humour this guy, he might be dangerous.

9 thoughts on “Nice Bag

  1. so many people have become the subject of my poems ; to some I know i show the results in which they are ,mostly, pleased πŸ™‚ I must put you in a poem one day, Carolyn πŸ™‚

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