As I Was Walking Down the Street
From the book A Festival for Frogs
As I was walking down the street
there was a man I didn’t meet
because he wasn’t there to see
and so, he didn’t notice me.
If he were there, I might have said,
“Your hat goes nicely with your head,”
then smiled and went upon my way,
except he wasn’t there that day.
In fact, he wasn’t there before
or afterward, and nevermore
shall I espy that man I missed
because that man does not exist.
That’s why I never said, “Hello,”
or shook his hand or watched him go.
I’m pretty sure he didn’t care
because I also wasn’t there.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 4
Topics: Imaginary Poems, Wacky Weirdness
Poetic Techniques: Narrative Poems, Paradox Poems
From the book A Festival for Frogs
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