Garlic Salesman

Some months ago, I was teaching my adults on a bright and sunny Friday morning.  I had quite the agenda for the day and as such planned a rigorous lesson replete with all the necessary grammar, pronunciation, conversation, and Q/A.  I was informed that class would be interrupted briefly for a sales pitch from a visiting merchant.

Well I thought that was all fine and cool, until I realized this was a man trying to sell products made out of aged and putrified blackened garlic.  Honestly, Korea, honestly?

So after taking up 15 minutes of my otherwise precious Friday morning time, I decided to write this poem over lunch.

The Garlic Salesman

"ARE YOU TASTE!?"

"No, thank you."

Polite and indifferent

for the blackened

(alleged) cancer-fighting

aged

and entrepreneurial root.

Quaint, I know, but a good summary.