The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Wore aged green trousers
and a beaten straw beach hat
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Was fearful of rats
He believed the rats have devised a plan to conquer the world
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Could not tie his shoes correctly
His feet remained limp
as a tower of elven tied knots toppled down each foot
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Liked to eat the remains of your crusted egg droppings
fermenting on the corners of your frying pan
The man I met at the bus stop between miller and elm
Was nothing but a tennis ball. -tp