First Draft

Listen, folks, tall and small

To this endless tale

Of a man from far,

Who had nothing but a jar

Filled with...

An earthy smell.

The man knew,

It wasn't worth to sell.

That... thing inside

Should never again see daylight.

"It's pathetic! the man said to himself,

Who put that on my shelf?"

Undeniably, behind those words was curiosity.

One breath. Two.

In his hands, he held a pair of shoes.

Too many holes;

He didn't count.

"Well, at least, no worms around."

Rusty read his first draft aloud.

"Yes, this should please the crowd."