Yes, they pat me w/ Talcum Pancake
they spray aerosol about my head &
the fellow in the headset hustles me
to the table where sits Granny's Item
I wait one-two, I wait two-three, I wait
until the expert has been debriefed?
(others w/ clipboards shushing what
to the expert's ruddy befuddlement
until he claps his hands--er--ready &
establishes himself in groaning chair)
o, he wields the wooden pointer, o, he
taps Granny's Item w/ historical data
but his "auction estimate" of 5 to 7K
would curdle Granny's blue blood!
[NaPoWriMo Sonnet #21. Blogged mobile.]
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