Feeling an urge to grab a TIGER by the tail, Sylvia proceeded to grab the most handsome man at the party as he was leaving the dance floor. Taking hold of his LAPEL, her blood red nails startling against his tuxedo, she leaned in close: “Got a CAMEL on you? I feel the need for a smoke.” That husky voice and crimped platinum blonde hair, those baby blue eyes had felled sturdier men. They did not fail her tonight.

Georg’ann

For Strats, whose tomatoes are poetry on the tongue:
Late summer bounty arrived
on the back step. Friend
with his garden harvest to SPARE.
MEATY tomatoes, sweet and juicy.
AMEND the menu to highlight
this OMEGA fruit, drizzled lightly
with olive oil and a sprinkle of salt.
Store the pleasure like a CAMEL
stores water. Three seasons
of desert coming too soon.

Heather