Here's Her Vegetable Vendor

Her vegetable vendor, a nice man, Who she can spot from a long waiting mile, Who comes and welcomes with a weighty smile That says, ‘it's good to pamper my old fan'. And then starts bids, begin rounds of bargains. This done, returned are tomatoes too ripe, Brinjals less brown and onions not her type, Designed to let her feel, it's she that gains. And ready he's to exchange whatso be, But she likes him not for his willing face, Nor ever for his easy business grace, She hardly notices his rehearsed glee, Sweet chatter, soft words, nor his ready smile That seemingly— not in truth— lets her win, Without showing his mien all so mean, Chameleons as camouflage cunning guile! I suspect, he makes good each bargained price, I too know his weights no probity spell, But such alluring be his charming shell, They forget false weights and a loaded dice, And what's designed to make good a morning, Ah seems to last all day, gaining a ring Of a facile little win-win success, Or so from goodly distance do I guess. ___________________________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek | 02.05.12 | Topic: remember, innocence, guile