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After Six Beers
I was tired and feeling quite thirsty
So I walked to the nearest bar,
Where I met this peculiar woman
Who was looking a shade under par.

She approached me and said to me, “Darling,
Can you spare me just one little drink”
Then she smiled an odd smile, “It will be worth your while”
And she winked a libidinous wink.

Her nose had a shape like a corkscrew
Her mouth was decidedly weak.
Her hair was quite thin, except that on her chin
And she had a big boil on her cheek.

I bought her a drink out of pity
We sank back a noggin or two.
Then to my great surprise, when I noticed her eyes.
They were big, and a bright shade of blue.

The third and the fourth glass were emptied
We shared a deep glance after five.
This woman it seems was the girl of my dreams
She was vibrant, exciting, alive.

The sixth drink went down in a hurry,
Disposed of in unseemly haste.
With one thought in my head, we were off to her bed,
And there wasn’t a moment to waste.

We spent a mad night full of passion
Her kisses were mingled with magic
I awoke the next dawn with a sigh and a yawn.
To a sight that was dreadfully tragic.

She was bald as a boiled egg at breakfast
Just the ugliest girl in the land.
But she’d killed the romance when she started to dance
And her leg came away in my hand.

Now she grinned from a glass on the table.
I took note of the scene and I wept
As I shuffled away, at the break of the day,
To the sound of her snore while she slept.



- Thomas Vaughan

Submitted: 2/22/2002 Printer Friendly
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