Pineapples And Fingers

It all started with

A problem price for a pineapple.

The cashier’s scan said

Five ninety eight,

The lady said no, it’s

Four ninety eight,

The staff were confused,

A bulging man in the line

With too much of him

For the skin he was in

Was not amused.

It’s only a pineapple!

But a dollar’s a dollar,

The lady said,

Be patient sir

And she was right,

The pineapple price

Was four ninety-eight.

Perhaps his weight was

A strain on his brain

For he waited outside

In his van in the rain,

Honked three times

For the lady’s attention

 And gave her a pudgy finger.

Without breaking her stride

She blew him a kiss,

 I wondered at this,

Thought hard and thought long

Where’s character gone,

Why a fat foolish young man

Felt free to linger

And flash

A lady a finger.

Stephen Nesbitt©