I walked past the shop and felt eyes watching me.
I stopped in my tracks and thought, “Can it be?”
From the wall hung a tiny man made of straw
With black beads for eyes and a gaping maw.
He looked at me, and I looked at him,
And without even meaning to, I stepped on in.
The shop owner saw me.  “You like him, eh?”
My head moved up and down, but my brain screamed, “No way!”
The straw man was packaged in a brown, paper bag.
I pulled out my wallet and then I paid.
I was handed my purchase and was told, “Good day.”
And I swear my bag chuckled as I walked away.