L Milton Hankins Poet Quatrain

An Old Chunk of Glass

Random trinkets tossed into a box
Costume jewelry, or so they thought,
Came a jeweler with a loup, a sly fox
Sorted junk, for a treasure he sought

With luck he hit paydirt this fine day
He found a genuine ruby, rather large,
Passed over like an old chunk of glass
Showing it to the estate lady in charge

She hissed, “as marked!” with no class,
He bought the ruby for what she asked
Upon leaving he whispered “kiss my a**,”
It was a bargain quite unsurpassed.

Written October 20, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger October 21, 2022 at 1:53 AM I love estate sales - always grabbing up some gaudy bauble never knowing if it is "real" or "not real" and not caring. You can tell I am not a jeweler!

Eve Roper October 20, 2022 at 8:04 PM A treasure that was, I've been very fortuned to find some of those treasures. Many blessing my friend from all of Halloween. L Milton Hankins October 20, 2022 at 9:05 PM Thank you, Eve. I sure would like to make such a find. It must be thrilling to do so.

Kim Rodrigues October 20, 2022 at 7:21 PM Quite a find! L Milton Hankins October 20, 2022 at 9:05 PM Indeed, Kim. Indeed.

Michael Tor October 20, 2022 at 3:32 PM Wonderful story told with a humorous ending lol. My father had jewelery business on the side. People were always impressed with gold It never impressed me. I do not know why. This one brought back memories... L Milton Hankins October 20, 2022 at 9:06 PM Thanks, Michael. I'm sure it did, now that I know your father had a jewelry business on the side.