Poetry

I stopped to look at
a painting in a shop
 
and in a chair a fat lady sat
and there were several interesting things
to look at,
 
birds with flapping wings on swings,
anything that people would peddle
and there were several interesting things
 
and whatever I looked at the woman would meddle
talking about
anything that people would peddle
 
and I walked right out
without even seeing the painting,
 
and I had stopped
without even seeing the painting,
a painting in a shop.