My bodyguards met your bodyguards and everyone got along fine. All the bodyguards wore their short-sleeve dress shirts, shoulder holsters, and shiny wingtip shoes.
Then my bodyguards and your bodyguards decided to play a game of softball. Afterwards, there was beer, music, and a barbeque. The bodyguards squinted at each other over their aviator sunglasses, teased each other, showed off their muscles, and bragged that their team was the strongest. A good time was had by all!
Don’t you think we should try to get our bodyguards together again soon?
Pound of Flash is a blog published by the poet, writer and editor A.J. Huffman. Please see: http://poundofflash.blogspot.com/