Bow
Dance
Binge
Storm
Daisy
Blonde
He gave a little bow
Before asking her to dance.
She'd heard he was known for binge
Drinking and the inevitable storm
Afterwards. "Don't worry, Daisy,"
He assured her, "You're not just another blonde."
She tied up her blonde
Curls with a bow.
"Daisy,"
He murmured, "Shall we dance?"
But she could feel the storm
Approaching and knew this would be another binge.
After that last binge
She'd been too tired to even brush out her blonde
Hair, matted after the storm.
She'd ridden it out on the bow,
Refusing to go below decks. If this was a dance
It was one of those deadly ones, or a poisoned daisy.
"Aw, c'mon, Daisy,
"You know you want to. It's not a binge,
"It's just a new dance."
She shook her blonde
Locks, squinted, drew back her bow,
And fired an arrow into the storm.
And then the storm
Passed. It was just Daisy,
Standing on the bow.
The binge
Was over, and the lanky blonde
Began her dance.
"You sure can dance
"Up a storm," he remarked,
But the blonde
Wasn't listening. She took the daisy
From her hair and threw it overboard. "Let's binge!"
She cried, and undid his bow
Tie. "Dance with me, Daisy,"
He begged, "There'll be no storm or binge
Tonight." She shook her blonde head and turned back to the bow.
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