The old shopkeeper wore khaki pants,
And counted on his wooden abacus;
Folks called his corner store chinee shop,
A good place to buy cheese and hop;
Penny bread and ching-chong talk,
While the beads flew forth and back;
Lanterns with tassels he sometimes hung
Red were the colour of the songs he sung
ABACUS © gillena cox 2015
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Today we have been challenged to write a poem a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of our choice in precisely 55 words
