There came a rapping at my door,
late this October Saturday,
Much like the many come before,
Which I’d vowed answer, nevermore!
“Hi, Hello, I see you already have a lawn sign in your yard,
But I thought I’d knock anyway, I’m also running for city council”
It’s true, our lawn had already a sign,
from a greasy man named Ellinor,
He’d run incumbent, three times or four,
And of whom I knew nothing more
“I was wondering, you’d like to talk,
About the issues of today?”
Two weeks ago came Ellinor,
Foreboding, knocking at my door,
He said he knew my Father in Law,
then, lugubrious,
“I’ll leave you with this large lawn sign,”
That’s all he said, that Ellinor,
He left his sign, said nothing more
“I don’t care much for Ellinor,
He staked that sign, and nothing more,
You too could place a sign out there,
for Ellinor I little care”
We talked of Councilmen in town,
Our mutual churches, town playgrounds,
his was a short but friendly stay,
On this late October Saturday
After a while he had to go,
I offered sign space twice, you know,
he bent a curdling ominous lip,
Which, if waxed poetic,
the ‘mot juste’ simply wouldn’t rhyme
That night storm winds blew the old sign away,
I emailed the new guy, “You’ve got free space”
He wrote back saying that he would,
but not today,
A week later was election day
I don’t know why he stayed away,
so what if my lawn sports two signs,
Whose made this arcane un-writ rule?
Honor among thieves, possibly
Guess what became of Ellinor,
he was re-elected anyway,
Now I’ve not seen him these last two years,
And who’s that knocking at my door?
No no, it can not be,
Ellinor!
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