Valentino's Victory Lap Poem by Charles Hancock

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

She replied, yes, her date never showed
Then while reaching for the salt shaker
She said she planned on eating then hitting the road
Her tone indicated tonight was a heart breaker

Something about her was a bit mysterious
At least that's the impression I got
For some reason, I was feeling delirious
I couldn't help myself, this chick was hot

She was cloaked in a black bolero,
Stiletto heels, and painted on jeans
It was then that I was struck by Cupid's arrow
Germinating an affliction with no vaccines

I stated they have a good selection on tap
To my surprise, she smiled and said great
In my mind, I was Valentino on a victory lap
That night ended up being our first date