Her ash builds to the limits
Dropping in his Guinness
Took him a minute for a grimace

Turning to look at the idiot
Who foolishly didn’t reach
What lesson was to be teached

An image he did not expect!?
An exquisite’dly set woman; yet, all wrecked
His demeanor turned to complete respect

I’m sorry Ms? I see that you missed
Here let me move it closer; I insist!
All’s to hear is a gruff thank you through her puff

One shot too many; yet, a shot short
She looked at him cross-eyed of sorts
She, waiting for any man to enter the port

A wave of his hand & she was dismissed
Only to become the next man’s tool; mistress
~Just Not His; tonight~