In response to daily post’s prompt : Crisp
The Talkative Man!
It was a crisp clear morning I went for a walk,
I met an old bike rider who stopped me to talk.
I told him I cannot I have to hurry home to cook,
‘What will you cook,’ he said, ‘I’ll lend you my book.’
‘Some other time,’ I said, to dodge him outright,
‘Only a moment my dear,’ he said, with delight.
In vain I tried but he would not give up,
At last I surrendered and let him sum up.
If you meet an old man like the one I met,
Don’t stop to listen or he’ll bore you I bet!
……………………………………. 🙂
Sabethville 