Sleep
Talking
Out
in cyberspace…
One
clear night, I chanced to meet…
A
40 something came upon my screen…
Her
personality was very discreet…
High
on a hill, in Astoria, her town…
Up
in Oregon near the Columbia River…
From
here, to Washington State…
Could
be viewed all around…
We
chatted a while…
Do
you ever cross the river I quizzed?
No,
her immediate reply…
The
grass may be greener on the other side…
Maybe
you should have a try…
She
often made me smile, she seemed so sweet…
The
Lady so discreet…
Then
she told of Jana…
Her
husband had talked of her, while in his sleep…
From
her bed that night she rose…
In
a rage even more violent than St. Helen…
When
it blew its top…
For
him, her door she forever did close…
Madam,
do you have children?
2,
enough, no more…
He
wanted more, I like this low score…
The
funniest tale I had ever heard till now…
She
is there still, I guess,
High
upon her hill near Washington State…
An
I am still thousands of miles,
Below
on Georgia soil…
This
determined woman with an iron will…
I
will never forget this woman, so discreet…
Kool
dude
