BLACK FRIDAY - Poem
BLACK FRIDAY . (Copyright 2022, by Dave Kiffer) . In the dream I am slick in the Red Serge, Taller in my Stetson, Striding in my Strathconas, Brass buttons blinding all, My head proudly propped by the starched tunic collar, My tummy tucked By a Sam Browne. . Which is odd, because I am neither a Mountie Or a Canadian. But there you have it. Mom would have been proud She always loved the Mounties And their Red Serge And puffy breeches With the yellow stripes. . I am also in a Walmart But not the local one Where they would Have been surprised By my Mountie kit. It is Black Friday But it must be Canada Because the shoppers Are not fighting. . I am not shopping. I am trying to avoid two Mountie Constables Who are obviously looking For something in the store Although I am not sure It is me. I assume that if They see me, I must salute. I am afraid I will do it wrong. . So, I dart around people Thronging the bait and switch sales And the dream goes on and on An endless loop like the musi...