The riders at night enjoyed
ferns and flowers in their car
and were served smooth beverages
in the shiniest clear plastic
creating the finest ambiance.
The magenta strumpet of the
midnight motor-coach tour
made a furtive fumble of her
tainted turquoise ‘kerchief
to get one man’s attention.
And as could be guessed
the gent of the nightly ride
wearing manners nonpareil,
his costume soot blackened
softened in the mist,
recovered her cloth from his
drinking cup, as he
casually exclaimed “Oh, f—!”
© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers
Prompt: #118 Digging. Wordle offered by Barbara, Nicole, Marian V., Mark S. and Rallentanda, at Read Write Poem. Pick as many (or few) of these words as you want and write a poem using them.
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