Brainy blind Bartholomew,
had a wheelbarrow full of Bartlett pears,
and a barrel of them, too.
Bargain priced, he sold them
on the streets of Branson,
calling, "Who wants to barter
for my bargains today?"
Barts' calibrated style of salesmanship
was not the best technique at all.
Each pear was branded in Braille,
which made them all too bruised to sell.
He was unable to brag of any money gained,
while his countenance sagged,
and his brain was too flustered to know.
Often, when passers-by braked,
to view the Bartlett display,
Barts' dog barked to alert him.
But there was no cause to celebrate,
when the Braille-branded fruit,
was no great bargain to buy,
thus leaving Bartholomews' pocket still empty.
The moral is this; One may depend upon Braille
but even a blind man should know -
fruit should be handled with care.
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Comments: 17
Thank you for having taken the time to have written this interesting poem with its moral. I appreciate your entry! This was a very nice thing for Ernie to have done and very nice of you to respond. I appreciate it.