She Beer Lure Poem by Denny Moonde

She beer fools with hidden tools.
She beer hide smile in mascara;
She of no color, eyes ice fire.
When she go, me follow.
Then me she chows, I score own goal.
She sleep I trip! Doctor take I my equip.
Dip, slip ship on sea…wet, wait bad taste.
Rain so many men before me,
No wear coat now I sweat.
Deep sleep.
Teary, clearly wrong bait.
Ideally, nearly no buy, but she me beer lure.
Buy her, bar me not her me;
So who?
She woo and he wore not shoe,
Such fool to fall in tool,
For true to chew she too was full drunk;
So to sunk.
Submarine wet into sea when two are set,
So late in night and in morning, mourning, head in hand
Hangover, scared.Torrid.Stupidity.
Home drive waiting madam bad habit stop it!
Should have stayed home and avoided she beer lure.
She beer Jezebel?
maybe Delilah.