for Fandango’s One Word Challenge(FOWC) of 26 October 2020, merchandise.
The silky hair upon his head,
The flawless accent, better-bred.
Smart and dapper in his grey pinstripe suit,
For “class”, there is no substitute.
Each day before he goes to work,
Repolishes shoes and combs his hair.
He goes out looking very smart,
With what he does, must look the part.
For every day, he walks his beat,
Department store in town’s High Street,
Unwary shoppers he ties to entice,
With his alluring merchandise.
He’s not been doing so well of late,
His boss starts to inversigate,
“You have your targets, don’t you know?
Your sales record is just too low.
At quarter’s end, results are in,
The sales have been very thin,
I’m ‘fraid we’ll have to let you go,
No room for hangers-on, you know.
He leaves the shop for the last time,
No need for suit, no shoes to shine,
At fifty-eight, beyond transition,
When looking for a new position.
Mister Bump 
You could have called this poem, ‘The sacking of Rodney Trotter!’
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Excellent. Especially now, it’s not a good to be having to look for work.
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There’ll be plenty of competition at the moment.
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Excellent poem. I feel so sad for him.
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It’s funny, isn’t it? I can make a point far more effectively by saying it in a roundabout way than just coming straight out with it.
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You are very talented. Poems and stories evoke such great emotions for me. Thanks
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Unfortunately it is only afterwards I can look at them and say “good” or “bad”. And I find I’m far more critical with the passage of time, although I suppose that’s natural. I did write some that were overtly political but they sounded very forced.
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It’s hard to critic ourselves. I often think no one will want to read my silly words. But then, I write because I enjoy it.
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