Freestyle Verses====================================
Ahhh, another installment. I am fearing that no one is even reading these and they change without anyone even reading them. Oh well, I guess its not for me to know.
Waiting at the bus stop, I noticed an odd thing. It wasnt odd because it was different or strange or even weird. It wasnt out of the ordinary, it wasnt peculiar, it wasnt even one in addition when the rest have been divided into two equal groups. Nor was it uneven. What it was, though, was odd.
In all my years on earth, dating back to the first world war (I was born the day war was declared) I had never seen such a sight as I did this morning.
What I saw was an imaginary friend.
Now, I know what you are thinking. "That old coots out of his gourd." Well I'm not. I assure you Im as sound as a pound. Im the same as any other bloke from around the block. I mean, aside from the fact that I saw an imaginary friend at the age of eighty nine.
Most people would believe that children can actually see their imaginary friends and that when these children converse with their imaginary friends, they think that they are speaking to an ordinary person.
Now, most children somehow overcome this odd behaviour by the age of nine or ten. Adults would be hard pressed to remember what their childhood imaginary friends look like. What they would remember, however, is a feeling that comes along with imaginary friends.
In all honesty, it was mostly the feeling that I had at the bus stop. I did see something with my eyes, but it was mostly a feeling.
Looking back, I suppose what it looked like most was a child-sized cone full of french fries. It had a face and arms and legs. But its entire body was a giant cone used to serve french fries. The face was located near the top of the cone and its arms seemed to stick out where its ears should have been and the legs were positioned near the pointed end of the cone at the bottom. Near as I can figure, its hair was french fries and it was wearing shoes and socks as well.
As the bus was nearing my stop, I was in a gaze across the street and since I made no gesture to let the bus driver know I was intending to board his particular bus, he made no effort to brake. I snapped from my hypnotizing stare in time to see the bus rush by, blowing sand and garbage all around me.
It was then that I saw the french fry boy.
I was noticeably upset having missed the bus and started to curse under my breath and the french fry boy appeared in front of me, just where my peripheral vision started.
He seemed to be almost motionless in his stature and that was why it took me a few seconds to notice he was there. When I did notice him, he made a gesture that will haunt me for the rest of my days. He reached out his right arm and made a grab for one of the french fries sticking out of his head. He grabbed the french fry and proceeded to take a bite from it.
As he bit into the french fry he recently plucked from the top of his head he winked with his right eye and gave me the thumbs up with his left hand, leaving me with my mouth as open as a barn door.
As my brain punched its own lights out, I stepped forward towards the french fry boy but could not find anything to step on so I stood where I was. Then he disappeared into a mist of dirt and garbage from whence he came.
Dont try to understand this as I have not even tried myself. And I am the one who should be worried most. So please do not concern yourself with the odd ramblings of an old man, but do concern yourself with the mother of that french fry boy who is about to smash in the city hall.

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