The Alfresco Moment in  General   

A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee
alfresco?
If you would be so good as to lift me out of my bed to
the veranda I would be more than willing to imbibe coffee
alfresco.
Shall I ask the Master to join you for coffee alfresco,
Madam?
But my nightgown's so sheer he might see my pubic delta
alfresco. And being a woman of wealth I have the loins of a
goddess. While you, being but a servant, have the loins of a
child's teddy bear. Yes, have the Master join the alfresco
moment. He might just as well be informed of my pubic delta,
it's not a state secret. Besides, because of his wealth he
bears the organ of a bull, while you, being but a lowly
servant, have the loins of a toy.

Very good, Madam . . .

By Russell Edson

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