It was twelve ninety-five
He gave me a twenty
I gave him back seven zero five
He said that was plenty
I said, “No, that’s exact”
He said, “Is that a fact?”
I said, “Yes sir”
He opened his wallet
“This is where I keep my money”
I said, “Yes sir”
He said, “Do you wish to extract some?”
I said, “No thank you sir. Have a good day.
Can I help the next person in line?”
A woman approached
She carried a box of cereal and wore a broach
“Find everything all right?” I was going to ask
But the sir interrupted my task
Holding his wallet, opening it wide, he said,
“You donkey! Stick your hand inside!”
I did as ordered and felt the wallet’s inners,
The sir’s leather purse had my right hand for dinner
As I sit in the hospital bed
I write an account of this afternoon
Thank goodness it ate the right hand
Because I am right-handed
Otherwise I would have had trouble writing
My story.
