Outside inside (salesman's sonnet #2)
Move in closer please, this is locally made.
Watch, while I squeeze it in a vice,
it will not chip, scratch, rust or fade.
See how it cuts, drills, chops, and catches mice.
Fold it - and it slips into your pocket,
extends to make a fishing rod with a chair.
These flaps become a hut so strong you can lock it,
slide back the panels and you have fresh air.
Look at the snow-capped mountain peaks
and the pristine lake where you can sail.
Hear the birds in the trees - it comes complete.
Maintenance free, it will not fail.
Mind the step - walk right in. There's no need to fear,
it's my last demonstration 'til this time next year.
[Sonnet from a collection by S.C.N. Pockley]