Happy Hour...

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Too tired to eat so went down to the bar
I typed words in my laptop while I sat
There many people staring from afar
A few who asked what I was working at

I answered I was writing a new book
Here gathering new characters to add
Not long when all were sneaking a quick look
I saw one girl across the room in plaid

Her sexy dress that was cut way too low
A mid aged woman acting like a teen
Her jewelry showed she did not need more dough
Most definitely, she controlled the scene

She had the bartender bring me a drink
Then came across the room and sat with me
Please bear with me it is not what you think
She talked while giving me the third degree

Said bored with conference she attended there
Psychotic patients no concern right now
However, thought maybe she would compare
Made me feel like I was the sacred cow

With her continued drinks, she ordered me
I soon lost interest typing on the keys
For kicks held up two fingers, she saw three
It was great fun to sit there and to tease

Her blue eye has a lash a bit cockeyed
And noticed stocking feet begin to search
I really think she was a bit cross-eyed
Her feet began make the table lurch

She curled her hair between two fingers till
It started poking her in one green eye
When she began to laugh in tones so shrill
I thought it best to say goodnight and bye

Too tired to eat so went to room and bed
I had a candidate from which to write
A character of which now you have read
Still need a better one but not tonight

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Happy Hour…
Wandika 11-28-2008