Locks...(loosely in the style of Ogden Nash)
by joe-wilson
All shopping comes to an impassable stop
As locks are locked on the door of the shop
And what we wanted to buy today
We probably don’t need anyway.
We gather our bits, and our pieces too
And dive in the car, that’s me and you
The kids will dive straight into the back
I suppose I should check before hitting the track.
Back to the house from whence we came
Ah! I see it, it looks the same
But then next door looks like it too
Except for a missing number two.
But then, their house is number four
Why would they want a two on the door
It would surely be a foolish task
I must remember one day to ask.
Our number two has been missing for days
But we know our house, and to it, the ways
Yet for a new number we went out and shopped
And late as always, by locks we were stopped
Though I don’t think we’ll bother to try again
As next month we’re moving to number ten.
©Joe Wilson - Locks…2015
The last two lines are added for fun
Only there to extend the pun
I know they stretch a simple quatrain
But as Nash might say, they shall remain.