Today's NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem based in sound. One of the suggestions was to incorporate a phrase often heard, so I thought of how cashiers always tell you to have a nice day. My late sister used to ask, "Why do they limit you to 24 hours of happiness?" So I took that thought and came up with this, which I hope is at least mildly amusing.
The Cashiers' Cliche
"Have a nice day!"
is the cashiers' cliche.
It's what they always say
whenever you pay
at the store, the burger joint
or the Chinese buffet.
But why do they limit you, pray
to only one good day?
Why not two or three?
Why not wish you
a happy eternity
or at least a life of mirth
in your remaining
time on Earth?
Why only wish you
24 hours of happiness?
Why not wish you a life
free of stress
and filled with bliss
then send you off
with a friendly kiss ?
Would that be so amiss?
OK, maybe a kiss
would be overkill
but still
when you pay your bill
they should wish you more
than a happy 24 hours.
I don't expect
a bouquet of flowers
but maybe when they bid you adieu
they could say, "Live long and prosper,"
as the Vulcans do. - Jeff Barnes
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