On Rice and Bamboozlement

This is a free verse poem.

My dinner consists of beef and rice and beans, 
And as I consume the protein plate, 
I find myself staring out the cracked window in my kitchen--
There is a gaggle of babes running about:

Playing Leap Frog, Tag, and something called Red Rover, 
And what struck me funny was how one of the children 
Was dressed in a most queer costume--
He looked like a grain of rice--

white shirt, 

White breeches, 

White shoes, 

White cap; 

I look at my plate--everything eaten but the rice 
And then I look back out my cracked window 
I'm a bit bamboozled--
I enjoy eating rice, but the sight of that child 
Has cost me my appetite.

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[Bear]

From the sentence structure and sound of this it reads more like a short story then a poem so maybe you should put it is a paragraph and present it as a short story. I am going to send you a message with a link I hope you find helpful :~)