The Lady Trucker
A human in an eighteen-wheeler truck
Was talking to a lady trucker on CB.
It just so happened that
I was in luck
To listen as they flirted shamelessly.
They switched to channel number four,
Their talk became more open and salacious.
The lady's sweetly southern drawl got more
And more come-hither and flirtatious.
Then later, at a rest stop down the road,
I watched as both came rolling in.
The lady with an oversized wide load,
He with a freezer and a drooling grin.
I thought, oh my, this is his lucky day,
The lady trucker was a looker with a face
That could lead stronger men astray.
The trucker stood there with a happy gaze.
But then he cringed as if struck by a storm
But not because of overpow'ring sex appeal.
He wondered how she'd squeezed her ample form
Into the space behind the wheel.