Flo the Habberdasher

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    Flo the Habberdasher

    My name is Flo
    I'm the habberdasher dame
    and notice all us habberdashers aren't quite all the same.
    Yes we sell men's clothing
    and some buttons, and some thread
    But try messin' with my paycheck and you'll wish that you were dead!
    Now my part was little known in this "Canterbury Tale"
    so I'll tell a small part and try my best not to trail...
    T'was a fine spring day when I met my fellow party!
    It was at the Tabard Inn, which is very warm and hearty.
    The next day we left from that cozy little shack
    and I tried to sell my trade...
    although it largely lacked.
    So I thought back on my mother,
    who was quite the tart,
    and I decided to add a little voice to my part!
    'Hey there friar.
    Looking for a rack?
    These clothes are from the finest of potato sacks.'
    The looks that they gave me were cautious to a scam
    but the perfection of my trade,
    and a little ankle,
    and BAM!
    I had my first sale on this nifty little trip!
    And the clothes I made them lasted
    not a tear nor a rip.
    so if your in the market
    for some shirsts made out of silk,
    I'll sell 'em to you cheap
    for just 5 punds, 2 pence, and milk!

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    nickyssecrets commented on Flo the Habberdasher

    05-12-2009

    Loved it! Thank you for making me smile. Liked the flow of the poem, very fluent.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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