Brain worm: an untitled poem

This poem is such fluff that it doesn’t even get asterisks.

the man in the Charlemagne suit
waves me over
leans down when I draw
near and whispers
Have you by any
chance a can opener handy?

 

Along with my apologies I offer the following explanation for today’s poem: I misread the title of Steve Berry’s The Charlemagne Pursuit in passing and couldn’t get the mistaken phrase out of my head until I wrote this. I suppose  that makes it more of an exorcism, really.

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