An ordinary show <br />In most respects <br />Exhibits all tidy <br />Many offering treats and <br />Chocolate tidbits <br /> <br />“Will you be building a log home, mam? ’’ <br />We, No - Smoky Gray and I, <br />Are quizzed and repeatedly <br /> <br />One exhibitionist demonstrates the <br />Latest gizmo for eliminating leaves from rain gutters <br />And another, hawks sealants “guaran-tee-d” <br />To prevent damage <br />From carpenter bees <br />“Now, will you be using hand hewn logs or smooth? ” <br />He questions <br />Had we considered, <br />The savings that using a <br />Quality “engineered’ stack stone <br />May afford us <br />And <br />Another merchant quotes us his “best” price <br />For a huge moose head <br /> <br />Walking on, <br />My left hand cradled in No-Smokey’s right <br />Suddenly <br />A young French man <br />Straight out of a steamy novel <br />Reaches out for my right <br />And begins <br />Messaging ever so sensate-ly <br />A silky cream <br />Thumbs gently circling in my palm <br />Explaining his creams had all the right ingredients <br />In that delicious French accent <br />Pure enchantment, I mumbled <br />No-Smoky (with eyes twinkling) ejaculates: <br />Guess that was better than another Milky Way <br /> <br />(Red Faced Smiles, Tennessee <br />October 30,2006)<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stroll-through-the-log-home-show-sensual/
