You Truly Are dVerse And A Whole Lot Worse!

 Have to wait and see who this could be!
So for some fun I thought I would give this a run. A nut I saw today under my sun and he was so dVerse, he really did make the clerk curse. I was swearing in my head too. I mean WTF had to come due.

Do you have any of those?
Pause to strike a thinking pose.
You know, thingys?
His hands flutter showing his ringys.

I am here to help you today,
Just look at our display.
I'm sure you will find what you want.
Just give it a quick jaunt.

Throws the paper back.
You know, I want a thingy for my shack.
That do flicky that was on sale.
This guy's brain must have hit the third rail.

Can you be more descriptive mister?
His eyes got in a big twister.
Actually both of them were,
With their hairy eyebrow fur.

Do I look like a mister, sonny?
The exchange was getting rather funny.
I just came to shop for that thingy magiggy you advertised the other day.
By other day, I bet he means all the way back to last May.

Sir, if you tell me the product's name,
I will gladly get you one of the same.
Eyebrows scrunch up again,
He becomes madder than an old wet hen.

Do I look like a sir to you?
I need a clerk who has a clue,
Where is your manager anyway?
You are wasting away my day.

Manager trots up a few minutes later,
Clerk pulls a see you later alligator.
He has a big smile,
That could run a mile.

And how can I help you?
I will apologize for my crew,
And be sure to get you what you need.
Of course he's all about the greed.

I need that thingy magigy you had on sale.
Manager looks like he just hit the third rail.
You mean this or this?
Pointing to the flyer one can't miss.

No, the do hicky you had the other day.
It was right here on display.
That is what I want, now.
Manager also curls up an eye brow.

Sir, if you would say the name of the product to me,
I could have you on your way for afternoon tea.
Do I look like a sir to you?
You people have no clue.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.
And so ends the do hicky thingy magiggy romp.
Some laughter burst out after he was gone,
Which I can say I could not help but join in on.

Of course the conversation did not rhyme, that is my interpretation of such a fun time. But that is the words he used to describe his want. How can one not go out and taunt? Maybe he wants some bass? I would have gave him some gas from my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.