THE LAMPPOST

While on a walk
I began to talk
To a lamppost, that began to squawk.
“Squawk?” said he
“Absurd” said she
a lamppost talking, just simply can’t be.

But indeed it's true
It would talk to you
And ask you questions like
“How do you do?”

The lamppost is kind
And offers its light.
So walkers and bikers can see through the night.

“Offer light?” said she
“As well” said he
That’s what a light is supposed to be.

Even still
I wander pass and
Am always around when the lamppost asks
“Where have the non believers gone? Next time they come by, I’ll sing them a song!”

“A song” said me, “Indeed, let’s see”

:::dcb