You Lassies!

A saucy lass of little class, while drunk, made this disclosure,
"I sold a map that showed a chap the way to an enclosure
Where one could find a ruddy kind of fruit that's ripe for picking.
A cool retreat with melons sweet as honey, fresh for licking.

The man, enlightened, (also frightened) winced and feigned disgust,
But, on reflection, changed direction: heels ground into dust.
'Your offer's splendid; tell me, when did I get analyzed?
You seem to know I'd like to go; that I'd be mesmerized
By such a lady in a shady garden where we'll float
And while away the heat of day reclining in a boat.'

I told him I saw him pass by, and pegged him as a boss,
A sober soul who could control my organized chaos.
He took the bait and then came straight to live within these walls
And ever since, he's been my prince, who heard my siren's calls."