Jam

"Ooh, I think there's a "mix-up" with Susan!
See? This stall plan said she could do them..."
Jean looked at the plans,
then looked at her jams,
and said, "Well, I think we'll have two then!"

Now, never before was it seen there,
Two similar stalls at the church fayre.
Both women smiled grim,
laid out jams (to begin),
and set out their stalls with their bake-ware.

The innocent Vicar came forward,
a hush on the crowd then descended;
Unknowingly, they
wandered into the fray,
that would see all such fund raisers ended.

Quickly, Sue palmed Lemon Curd,
and with shill cry (for choir reserved),
"Oi, Vicar! A taste?"
But, now faced with disgrace,
Jean blocked her, with loaded preserve.

"Oh, Vicar! You really must try...
these cherries could crown any pie."
The pastor then paused,
snatched from Satan's claws,
and looked to each woman and sighed:

"Dear ladies, I'm watching my weight!
Though your skills here do make tempting bait..."
He then turned and fled
toward quilting instead,
and gave thanks to his boss for escape.

(30 lines)

Robert Waltz

"Write a Short Story or Poem using - in an appropriate way - the genres Action/Adventure and Hobby/Craft. I'm only a Guest Editor here, so email the result to me as a {bitem:} link. The one I like best will get a prize of at least 5,000 GPs! You have two weeks. Go! (New items only, please.)