Charles Hancock Poems

She had the sinister notion
That what was really needed
Was a powerful love potion
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The approaching storm would soon blow in
So he cracked open the bottle of sloe gin
And poured himself his favorite drink
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The midnight sky spewed heavy rain
As I sat at a crossing waiting on a train
I cracked my window to better hear
The speeding mammoth as it got near
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Twinkle, twinkle little star
Anchored at the cocktail bar
Up upon your stool so high
The life of a social butterfly
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The perpetual sins of our leader
Are a disgrace and an abomination
That will usher in the grim reaper
Leading to our national damnation
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She was dressed for a midwest July day
Cowgirl boots, Levi shorts, and a t-shirt
It was nothing short of country risque'
I couldn't help myself, I stopped to flirt
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It's was late afternoon on a Friday
Probably getting towards six o'clock
And I was flying down a country highway
Listening to some Southern Rock
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I saw her at a corner table at The Chateau
With french fries and a cellphone
So I approached her and said hello
And inquired if she was alone
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I speculated what the evening would bring
At a friend of a friend's sister's shindig
Then I laid eyes on her near the fire ring
Feasting on potato chips and roasted pig
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She had been feeling the blues
But was still clinging to old hopes
Even though she had new shoes
This footwear was no hoax
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