Tell Me a Story...

Monday, I texted him, “tell me story…”

Thursday, my mate sat across from me starting with,

“I was walking to work when I was almost run over;

It was a man on a unicycle racing to make the ferry

I being crew, he inquired, ‘if his unicycle could

Be checked with the bicycles.’ ‘That’s correct,’

I told him. ‘But, could I ride his unicycle? I

Had ridden in my youth, and a pony too.’

He assented yet insisted on support,

Which was right because I failed

Only to look down and see

His hands holding me

Not the seat,”

He said.