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January 28, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday 55: The Salesman


A clever young salesman I know
Took a trip down to Old Mexico
Those ladies swooned quick
At his manners so slick
And came back with one of them in tow

That same salesman now
Has a deeply-furrowed brow
From all of his worrying
And all of his hurrying
Because he is hen-pecked (and how!)

19 comments:

  1. Nice 55 Bubba..err where can I read yours on 'paper'- out of your three blogs?

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  2. snort. hmmm....serves him write slick tongued devil...

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  3. Hey, neat! We both did poetry for our Friday 55.
    Mine doesn't rhyme, but on the bright side, it does mention a whole lot of snot.

    Thanks for another Friday 55!
    Mine's here. :)

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  4. I bet he wishes he hadn't been so slick way back then! LOL

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  5. Haha! Blessings/Curses. Often difficult to discern!

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  6. Great Lymeric. And staying in 55!! Verrry nice.

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  7. wasn't so clever in the end then...smiles

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  8. The shifting seas of growing up. Happens to the best of us.

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  9. Mexico?
    He's lucky all he got was a furrowed brow!
    Excellent 55 Bubba...
    Thanks for playing, thanks for visiting so many friends today, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G

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  10. between you and the G-man's comment, I'm into the LMAO, ROFL stage. Nice 55.

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  11. I bet he's wishing all kinds of different things about 'slick' now! thanks

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  12. Ha! Must have been that darn tequila! (maybe he deserves to be hen pecked... ?)

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