If lungs were made of

Chicken wire,

This is the sound

Asthma would make.

I'm sure of it.

I bought a new skirt…

With hopes of

Catching your eye-

These hopes are high.

The sound of

Crinoline

Scratch-scratch-scratching

Against naked legs

Echoes in your ears and

You start to wonder…

Would she spend the night…?

No.

I'm not that kind of girl.

But.

I will dance on tables and

Drink from your glass.

You're offering a lot…

You're offering

More than you've got.

Silly boy.

Scratch-scratch-scratch and

Swish-swish-sway.

You want what you

Can't have…

Watch out for what

You grab…

Poor unpopular boy.

That's too bad.

But not sad enough

For me to stop spinning

Dancing

Twirling

Swaying…

Scratching.

As long as I'm

Home by midnight.

Sorry, pumpkin.

Better luck next time.

Next time, maybe…

When I've had a bit more

To drink.

Now help me find my shoes and

Peace out! Before midnight.