Strange Mama Poem by Lamar Cole

Strange Mama



She must have looked like one strange mama.
When she went shopping at Walmart in her bedroom slippers and striped pajamas.
She looked like she was enjoying comfort.
While some of the other customers were in a state of discomfort.
She must have not violated any dress code.
Because she finished her shopping and then she hit the road.

Thursday, November 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: people,shopping
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