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