Mom N' Pop Shop
An Indefinable Sonnet
The mud doth linger on my feet like tar
As I traverse the path into the shop.
My heart doth linger at the door, ajar,
As I doth gaze into the mom n' pop.
I see an empty seat, yet it is far.
Onto the mat I clean my dirty shoes.
I make my way into the corner there
Where cleaner slates doth linger; I shan't lose.
But when I sit, I catch a woman's eye.
I never fish, but on this day I dare.
I stir the air with smiles; indeed I try
To say hello, but trip as I sit down.
She giggles at my pain, oh woe is I,
But it doth soothe my heart's belabored crown.
About the Creator
Scott A. Vancil
Writer/actor/director. I write poems, novels, short stories, comic books, and screenplays, in both standard form and iambic pentameter. (FYI: I do not use AI to write. I have never and will never use AI to write. All words come from me.)
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