I recall the way she looked
the Blue Jay in the bath
splashing around on the dance floor
spilling breasts from her bridesmaid dress
eyes beaming at the newlyweds
as they’d pass; she’d cock her head
as she refocused her hunt for a mate
this bloke that whichever strutted her way.
She’d be an easy lay,
and I considered it for a bit,
but as I watched her
in her natural state,
I saw talons hidden beneath
those tail feathers.
I knew her tricks,
I’d rather pluck an old hen than this chick.
