Friendly Strangers

posted by TheRedArmy on poetry

They stood beside the local bar,

And shared a kindly smile -

I waited, watching, from afar,

In fearful thought a while.

'Americans are friendly folk,'

I'm sure I'd somewhere read -

'Your accent's great!' I've heard it spoke:

'You'll be a hit!' they said.

But what if all the facts had changed -

A sham, a scam for me?

Perhaps they'd think me strange, deranged,

And mad-obsessed with tea?

'You're British, man,' I whispered, grave,

'For goodness' sake,' I swore -

I took a step towards them, brave...

And scampered out the door.

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They stood beside the local bar, And shared a kindly smile - I waited, watching, from afar, In fearful thought a while. *'Americans are friendly folk,'* *I'm sure I'd somewhere read -* *'Your accent's great!' I've heard it spoke:* *'You'll be a hit!' they said.* But what if all the facts had changed - A sham, a scam for me? Perhaps they'd think me strange, deranged, And mad-obsessed with tea? *'You're British, man,' I whispered, grave,* *'For goodness' sake,' I swore -* *I took a step towards them, brave...* *And scampered out the door.* > u/Poem_for_your_sprog

Friendly Strangers

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