The Smell of Wood

cast iron
parchment
wood
cinnamon
an old tyme country kitchen
aroma


These are the six words that Delores chose on Wednesday. The idea is to use the words to inspire a short piece of poetry or prose. 

Jumping in a tad late, but I feel a limerick coming on, and I can't suppress it. Heaven help us all.

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There once was a  cab driver named Wood
Whose cologne had an aroma  so good
That it worked like a siren, and could melt cast iron
in the hearts of women , it could!

Along came a fair fare named Gwendolyn
Whose hair and skin smelled of cinnamon.
Long ride from her apartment, it cost much green parchment,
But the smell of Wood kept her grinnin' .

She used to bemoan the twelve and a half blocks
From Old Tyme Country Kitchen to home
But now her olfactories are zinged in the taxi
When she inhales Mr. Wonderful Wood.