She invited me to be with her,
seems so long ago.
The promise of great times and fun
tattooed on her fresco.

She had friends with names of color,
green, silver, red and blue.
Soon I found that being with them
my life became a zoo.

At first she wooed me thru the night
whispering in my ear,
“Take me home tonight my dear”
her stare became a leer.

It wasn’t long night turned into day
she was always at my side.
No matter how I tried to ‘scape
there was nowhere to hide.

My mistress soon did want me dead,
drowning in despair.
I feared the end was all to near,
in hope of no repair.

I wish I knew what day it was
that night at happy hour.
I merely asked just for a drink
but served “a romance sour”.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards