lester walked down the street
he had a hat on his head and shoes on his feet
his pace was slow and his mien was forlorn
he wished that he had never been born
he wondered if he should take a bus
it had ever been thus
his hat was blue and reversed on his head
and he wished he was back in bed
his last stay in bed had not been a success
he had been consumed with restlessness
his blue dreams were boring and his green dreams were ghastly
and all his mates were cultured and nasty
in the purple halls of eternal time
he had been accused of a terrible crime
from an empty book a page had been torn
in his pocket was a bag of candy corn
he had never owned a gun or a knife
or had a purpose in life
he was a naturally peaceful sort
and had no interest in sports
and even less interest in politics
but enjoyed a good handful of trail mix
he had never been to portugal or spain
his favorite movie star was john wayne
his favorite singer was cher
a a child he slept with a teddy bear
a curious chain of circumstance
kept him from ever learning to dance
society decided he had sinned
and cast him to the four winds
he accepts his fate
at the bus stop he forever waits
would you like to be lester’s friend?
if you do please send
in the attached envelope
a drawing of a moose or an antelope
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