The locksmith sits on the roadside
with his wares
A tilted black umbrella blocks
the sun’s glare
A mountain of master keys
heaped on the ground
Some dull, some old
Some rusty, some gold
![Roadside Locksmith [Illustration by Shinod AP]](/media/poems-80_1.gif)
The locksmith has the answer
to every locked door
That can’t be opened because
the key’s not there
And if you have a key that is
lonely and lost
Don’t worry, don’t fret
Don’t be sad, don’t despair
He’ll find a friendly lock
to complete the pair!
87 words |
1 minutes
Readability:
Grade 8 (13-14 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores
Filed under: poems
Tags: #locksmith
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