How They Received Him
The sun was lurid and scorching,
the lines were sleepy snails, punters
neither denounced the searing sun
nor the slow-moving queues
but decried delayed deliveries
of poll papers and paints.
He was moving from door to door
asking citizens to give him a big vote
so that he could become
their next prime minister.
They chuckled and looked at him as if they thought:here`s a man on a mission to count the number of hairs on our bodies in a split second!
