A Hayseed In the City
A hayseed from the country, he had come
with money in his pocket just to know
the city life; he heard the steady hum
of people everywhere and traffic’s flow.
The day had been quite hot, as they can be
on dog days of the summers in New York.
His friend had said, “Find neon lights!” so he
walked until night time, feeling like a dork.
Where lights flashed, females dressed so scantily.
The young man was approached by one cute girl
who whispered, “For a good time, come with me.”
His eyes popped out; his mind was in a whirl!
The hot day soon became a hotter night.
Good gosh! he thought. . . my friend sure told me right!
For Deb's Contest: "Hot Time, Summer in the City"
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
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