Cute, But Crazy

She was small and blonde
With eyes that reflected sky,
A real femme fatale, who spoke of love,
Charity and Shakespeare,
And whatever else I wanted to hear.
She gave me a gun and told me to kill her old man,
I laughed, pointed it at her and said
‘But it’s just a water pistol! ’
She sprayed me with it to make me give in,
I’d had about enough,
I didn’t flow with the crowd she was in with,
I never gave her the second hand of my watch,
But I’m sure she’ll find some other guy
To make time for her.

©Charlie F. Kane

28/7/08

by Charlie F. Kane

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