A Not So Stealthy Bomber
It was a damp and dreary Tuesday
in the evening at the bar
The tavern's door was open
when she entered like a star
She asked for a 'Cuba Libre'
as she brushed my arm aside
My nostrils flared from perfume
as she turned to me and sighed
Her hair was thick and flaxen
and her eyes deep almond brown
Her lips were full and painted
and curved as if to frown
Soon my gaze was recognized
and she asked what was my thought
Her beauty, I said, was stunning
and could it well be bought?
She smiled and said, "all things my friend,
are always best when shared
And when it comes to lovin' me
two souls will then be bared"
She finished her drink and smiled at me
then turned with grace to leave
"And when next you fall in love my friend,
perhaps you'll think of me"
Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here...