Up the busy main street
my ever wandering eye,
glances in a meat shop
at all the things I'd buy.
I see some money drop,
and scoop it up real brash.
The owner yells at me to stop!
Then traps me in his gaze.
Now I rarely pick up cash,
and only watch my ways!
A contest entry
- Short Poems - Prompt by Polaja.
1000 points, ended June 6, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is an interesting take on the prompt - very literal... I like the humour in this piece and it certainly tells a great story 
I like the rhyme and the flow of this poem - well done... thank you for entering this contest
Keep writing
Polly
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Lol this is cute! It has a great flow and rhyme too. There's always someone watching when we least expect it!
All the best with this
Gaylene
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