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Just having fun at a bluegrass jam
When a stranger came up to me
He asked, “What sex is your mandolin”?
I said, “Where do I look to see”?

Alright said he, does it have a name?
Sure, I sometimes call her “Lexie”
Well there you have it, she’s a female
I guess you’re right, cause she’s sexy

She’s dressed up in beautiful fashion
Her skin has a velvety sheen
Healthy and tuned to a perfect pitch
“A Looker”, you know what I mean  

Check out her body, and all those curves
She knows how to turn a guy on 
She can woo you with soprano notes
Gently whisper, “You’re my Don Juan”

Then he asked if he could play “Lexie”
Probably, had you asked sooner
But now, I view her differently
And I’ll be her only tuner 

The Sequel
Got home from the Jam after mid-night
Asleep in my chair right away
Woke up to a mandolin playing
Knew it was “Lexie” right away

Had to drag myself out of bed
And headed to the music room
The music had a sinuous sound
I’d never before heard the tune

Opened the door, sexy “Lexie” said
“Heard your words at the jam today” 
I‘ve been waiting a long time for you
Take me to your chest and let’s play”

Cradling her and strumming her softly
Warming up, she got short of breath
“I love how you finger my fret board”
“Your pick on my strings is the best”

As I continued strumming softly
She whispered, “Give me some action”
Shifted to a rapid tremolo
Heard her sigh with satisfaction

When our “song of love” was completed
I rubbed on polish and buffed her
Then she asked, “When can we play again?”
 In my next dream, if you prefer   



PERSONIFED: mandolin
by Charles Sides

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