The stranger

When I met a stranger
Who just got stranger and stranger
And talked as if singing.
Which left my ears stinging
But I didn’t mind being kind
To the stranger who was stranger than me
Yet I felt as if he was being polite
By talking as if singing
Please let it all be.
But me being me
I continued to listen and waited for things to come a head
He suddenly screamed and was holding heart
And shouted fooled you instead.
So now I’m fully aware of the scare
At night I think of the stranger that was stranger than me.