What a SCARE! 
I tried to STAMP it away
What a SNAFU!
It was only a slug
A slimy SNAIL without a shell
A glance, a touch led me wrong 
Convinced ’twas a SNAKY threat
And now the slug will slime no more

Georg’ann

Sitting at the bar, my face to the door I had a front row to the spectacle as she made her entrance. Pulling the large gold, curved deco door handle toward her as if the heavy glass doors were a dance partner, their movements carefully choreographed. 

This one tipped the SCALE. immediately earning my STAMP of approval even as I felt the swirl of disdain move through the stillness of the room, carried on the slow push of wind that came when the seal of the door was broken. 

SWANK from head to toe, in a dress that could only be described as SNAKY, this elegant python slowly slithered past me as she headed toward an empty booth at the back of the room. I kept my eyes forward, while watching her in the reflection of the tinted windows.

Heather