Friday, March 18, 2011

Old Man Texting in a Bookstore

There was an old man texting in a bookstore
I didn’t know why or what for
There was a pretty girl with coffee in the store too
That made more sense was nothing new
A man working there was putting books in stacks
Typical looking fellow wearing wrinkly slacks
There was a mother with a little child
Well behaved lad not running wild
There was me browsing in the fiction section
Pausing occasionally for quiet reflection
But there was still one thing I didn’t get
Kind of bothers me even makes me fret
What was an old man doing texting in the bookstore
I can’t understand why or what for

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