Should you see the Jade Man walk
and turn towards your door
you’ll answer the knock the man shall make
and tremble to the floor
The blacksmith makes the horses shoes
the Wordsmith works the quill
but the Jade Man scares the poor of note
and smiles at the thrill.
The tax man passed the door before
but the Jade Man decides to stop
All dressed in green and black and white.
He’ll arrive with boots and crop.
Scurry before the Jade man knocks
Hide your silver and gold so well
Keep all the cupboards tightly locked
and hide behind your shell
So children tremble at my words
the Jade Man is no fool
before the day and night are out
the coin you owe is due.
A poem about a character I’m working on.
A teaser so to speak