A missed chance...

It was a quarter to nine
on a wintry evening, cold and clear
I sat curled up on my love seat
a book in hand, a glass of water near

Reading, I didn't notice a thing
until with a sharp ring
the phone snapped me out of my fantasy world

"Hello?" I said, my mind not quite open to news

"Hi," he answered and mumbled along,
something about a program and 2001

I already forgot most of what he told me
except for the gist of his speech
talking about Weeds he obviously
tried to give me a sales pitch

Not really there yet, with him and his talk,
I reacted impatiently, as often, in a bit of a fog

"The more weeds you have, the more often you have to mow,"
he pointed out, reasonably so

"Please take me off your list," said I
my voice rising quite a bit too high

"Yes, ma'am" he replied and I hung up,
only to wish I had been with it, after all
'cause - with a grin - I suspected discussing weeds at length
we both could have had a ball.

The moral of the story is:
give the solicitor a chance
you might find sudden bliss.


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