The weirdo

When I was fifteen I tried to take a picture of a weird man in the park,
He saw me, so I tried to pretend I wasn't taking it,
He stuck a middle finger up at me,
I retreated, and tried once again to take the picture,
He saw me again, but didn't stick his middle finger up again,
Instead, he pulled his trousers down and posed,
So I called it a day,
The picture was in my head anyway.

Reviews

[Sarah Cristobal]

; ) Very full of images! I would however like to know what made the man weird, since that's the sort of thing that is subjective. Also it might flesh out the image even more. Love the specific and very precise moment in time though, and the ending is perfect!

Hope this helps!
Sarah

[KaplanKop]

Thanks for reading and offering your thoughts Sarah