Stocking trade

u can almost smell it sometimes
just right there...

A whiff of establishment from the
the hot china tea-cup of propriety.

The white linen sheets
you almost got new
still hint at gentility.
You don't wash them,
nor even use them,
very often.

Creased shorts and loafers visit my boulevard
take pictures and leave
to return to the private cul-de-sacs
where the only brown is in the guard-house.
You know better than to have a lawn jockey anymore...

It sure wiped off your daughters fast when they came down the hill.
They hope no one is taking pictures of them anymore.