The Revolving Door

AA Anderson

Bathurst, New South Wales

Australia

 

Evolve, Devolve, Revolve Competition Entry

The Grocery shop of Jones and Son of late had been quite blue,
The reason being customers had not been coming through.
Young Jones he quietly racked his brain to find a unique way,
To bring the people back once more to make the business pay.
Now Jonesie had a brainwave he was sure would help the store,
The thing that would bring customers, was a revolving door.

The day that it was finished it was a great delight,
All shiny glass and fittings, it sparkled in the light.
The townsfolk how they gazed in awe and couldn’t wait to try,
This shiny new amazing door you couldn’t pass it by.
The first was Tilly Wilburn from the beauty shop below,
And from her throat her new silk scarf in loveliness did flow,
It caught upon a hook outside and then before she knew,
It looked like it would throttle her, she turned a dreadful blue.

An old aged couple, pensioners, on walking frames and bent,
Decided to get their groceries and in the door they went.
The woman made it to inside though bending down quite low,
But the old man missed the opening and round and round did go.
An ambulance was called for and the old man taken to
The hospital, and thereafter that horrid door did rue.

Some children thought the door, was just a great temptation,
They entered it with great delight and great determination.
Two of their friends stood just outside all looking rather innocent,
And then they started to spin the door this was their main intent.
The youngsters spinning round inside, soon lost their admiration,
As nausea turned them sickly green and their face dripped perspiration.

Another ambulance then was called and parents most displeased,
Declared the Jones’ brains had somehow been diseased.
To place a dangerous monstrosity where people could get hurt,
And called for that revolving door to be chucked out in the dirt.
No more to choke or maim again the innocent and lame,
And poor young Mr Jones must surely shoulder blame.
Now Mr Jones stood most abject and his tears how they did drip,
As he saw his amazing invention going to the local tip.

Now if you have a brainwave and think it is a must,
To help your family business, from eventually going bust
Just keep your ideas to yourself or there’ll be worries evermore,
And remember the Joneses problems with their darn revolving door.

Bio: AA Anderson aptly calls this piece a comical poem using the word Revolve.