Poem -

Man of dots

Man of dots

I am a man of dots

Spots, 

  What nots, 

  Things turn around

      At Stop streets

   I see POTS on signs 

And spots on lines 

Police officer came up to me

He said you are the DEVIL 

I thought he said "where I lived"

So I 

Replied 22 Mad Street, 

He said "you mean Dam street"

I asked the officer if he wanted to come in for desserts 

I think I meant 

..... feeling "stressed" 

:

:

Pans turn into snaps 

  Pam becomes a map 

       God becomes dog 

Pals become LAPS, oooops slap SPAL

  When I got a call from the PM

       I thought it was the military police MP 

And I ran and ran 

And ran as fast as I nac 

I mean CAN 

Maws is SWAM

And 

Nametag is gateman

When I went to the pet shop

to see PETS 

I entered the steps-shop

 I asked can I touch the puppies "s w a p"

They had blank faces

I had meant PAWS, they 

Threw me out

Don't come back

You drunken lout 

Stepped in a HOOP

I meant a pooh

At the restaurant I asked for snoops

I meant spoons 

At the bakery I asked for snubs 

Instead of BUNS 

Once again as fast I could run

I asked the electricity company 

For diapers 

I meant what was the 

REPAID amount to .... 

I am a man of dots

Spots, 

  What nots 

Did the girl go through? 

  

 

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Tony Taylor

LOL! LOL!.... you're a trip dude!!......I liked all the hilarity of the misspoken words turning into intent after having recognized the inebriated delivery........ hey, I tried!!...... but I couldn't get the girl to go through !!.......you're such an interesting wordsmith JAI MASTERS!!.......ALL STARS....... fun stuff!!........LOVE and ROCKETS !!........T xo.  ?

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Jai Masters

It will work keep trying - jai 

live evolve adapt 

see you soon! 

Luv & 

rocket salad ? Jai:) 

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