Something Odd
Something odd is going on, that’s occurring everywhere,
People are holding a hand close to their right or left ear.
They appear to be talking, but to whom, I’ve no idea,
For there’s nobody in range that their mutterings can hear.
Some get quite animated, and some raise their voice as well,
In fact, some folk even yell, or just chat for quite a spell.
But to whom’s a mystery, for there’s nobody around,
Which seems to beg the question, “Are these folk really quite sound?”
Is their ear giving trouble, could it be that they’re in pain,
Have they been given a clout, suffered injury to the brain.
Perhaps they have an earache, or there’s something in their ear;
Could it be that some insect is dancing around in there?
When you try to talk to them, to enquire if they’re alright,
They’re inclined to glare at you, turn away, act impolite.
You’re only trying to help, but it seems that’s a mistake,
For they act like they’re upset, and vigorously, their head shake.
Sometimes when you approach them, they look puzzled, and shake their head,
Or act like they’ve not heard you, nor understand what you’ve said.
Most don’t stop what they’re doing, as if hand and head are glued,
And you’re left with that feeling that you’ve acted somewhat rude.
They have something in their hand that is pressed against their head,
I don’t think it’s a bandage, although sometimes it glows red.
Occasionally this object is pulled away from their ear,
But only to be looked at, stabbed at, and then be placed back there.
It really has me puzzled why folk act this way they do,
And the odd thing about it, is that all-sorts do it too.
I really can’t help feeling that there’s something most askew
About this thing they’re doing -- that seems cell-y; phony too.
By Lance Landall
