LARGESSE
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 9:49 pm
just a bit of fun - stopped in at the truck stop and it reminded me of the good natured chiacking that used to go on over on the truckies side of the restaurant....
Largesse
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
The lady was quite buxom, her hair was flaming red
she cooked the best meals in the town, from what though was not said.
She’d always give a helping hand to those down on their luck
but kept a shottie on the shelf in case some run amuck.
Her bosom it was bountiful – some men were said to swoon
as boobs like captive ferrets were seen jostling for room
Hard pressed her bra, to keep control, of this girls luscious curves
but it tenaciously held up, with ribs of steel and verve.
Her heart was big as the outback, her smile bright as the sun
her blue eyes always twinkled and seems that everyone
had at times shared her kindness, and none would put her down.
The fuel stop out at Logan’s Ridge had a good name in town.
One day a truckie stopped for fuel – he drove a B Dub rig.
This bloke was tall, good-looking, strong – her heart began to jig.
His flanno shirt with sleeves rolled up revealed his suntanned arms
he grinned at her and said ‘G’day’ and she fell for his charms.
‘What do you fancy Sir’ she said whilst bending over him
ensuring that he copped an eyeful of the goods within.
‘I wouldn’t mind a bit of tart’ the bloke said with a leer
“I’m sorry sir – we don’t sell that and you won’t find one here.”
‘In that case Luv I’ll just settle for something hot and strong.
A coffee – double strength and sweet to help my day along.
I’ve got a load of cattle up and still some miles to go
but Monday I’ll be back and I’ll drop in and say Hello.’
“That would be nice” she said, whilst briskly wiping down the table.
“I’m here all day till 6 pm and by the way I’m Mabel.
I’ll keep an eye peeled for you and fresh coffee I will start
and if you’re lucky big boy you might get a bit of tart.”
Largesse
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
The lady was quite buxom, her hair was flaming red
she cooked the best meals in the town, from what though was not said.
She’d always give a helping hand to those down on their luck
but kept a shottie on the shelf in case some run amuck.
Her bosom it was bountiful – some men were said to swoon
as boobs like captive ferrets were seen jostling for room
Hard pressed her bra, to keep control, of this girls luscious curves
but it tenaciously held up, with ribs of steel and verve.
Her heart was big as the outback, her smile bright as the sun
her blue eyes always twinkled and seems that everyone
had at times shared her kindness, and none would put her down.
The fuel stop out at Logan’s Ridge had a good name in town.
One day a truckie stopped for fuel – he drove a B Dub rig.
This bloke was tall, good-looking, strong – her heart began to jig.
His flanno shirt with sleeves rolled up revealed his suntanned arms
he grinned at her and said ‘G’day’ and she fell for his charms.
‘What do you fancy Sir’ she said whilst bending over him
ensuring that he copped an eyeful of the goods within.
‘I wouldn’t mind a bit of tart’ the bloke said with a leer
“I’m sorry sir – we don’t sell that and you won’t find one here.”
‘In that case Luv I’ll just settle for something hot and strong.
A coffee – double strength and sweet to help my day along.
I’ve got a load of cattle up and still some miles to go
but Monday I’ll be back and I’ll drop in and say Hello.’
“That would be nice” she said, whilst briskly wiping down the table.
“I’m here all day till 6 pm and by the way I’m Mabel.
I’ll keep an eye peeled for you and fresh coffee I will start
and if you’re lucky big boy you might get a bit of tart.”
You're a naughty girl Maureen. 
