A Witness of Jehovah cuts my hair
Someone you might see going door to door
With pamphlets and a message she would share,
A visitor most householders deplore.
Now you would think a captive audience
Like me would get an earful of her spiel,
Against which I would have no good defense
Though finding in its doctrine no appeal.
Not so, however—she is too polite
To take advantage of a customer;
Instead we chat of only that which might
Amuse or bring insight as we confer.
A lesson, nonetheless, I’ve learned from this
Is how a stereotype can be amiss.