She appeared as stream and gliding sun,
unaware that her legs had come undone.
‘Goodness gracious! woman get out, this
is my apartment!’ Her laughter, sang asΒ 
though a thousand bells.

“No bar of soap could clean that mouth
of yours! Go, get cherry peppers stuffedΒ 
with mozzarella and basil.” I gasp whileΒ 
she goes through my satchel.

‘Enough!’ with anger bottled up inside I
managed a smile. ‘Now, that you’re here
tell me does it bother you often that you
have no feet?’ I observed as she flew out
the window, howling down the street.

 

 

Photo credits:Β Pinterest

I chose to write inspired by, ‘People who don’t know they’re dead: how they attach
themselves to unsuspecting bystanders and what to do about it’ by Gary Leon Hill.

Posted for Sunday Mini Challenge @ Real Toads

and posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

& Posted on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses

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