Unforeseen Encounters Poem by Kaylami Yarne

If you, unaided, fell amidst
A combo of kazoos
With Roman robes, physician probes
And xenophobe gurus

It's best you bring your earmuffs
And a vial of purell
Keep your sway, bid them good day,
Then run away like hell.

But if you should fall amidst
A box of cafe cremes
With tattooed arms, eccentric charms,
And Louis Armstrong dreams

It's best you bring your piano
And a vial of your worries;
With them, I'll bet you won't regret
Their novelette-ed stories.