Bohemian Qween


Last not, at the spot
She was hot!
A single rose
From head to toes
The power of her flower

Where did she come from?
I didn’t spot her when I came in
Holding a single stem
Wearing a ripped dress
Was an ol’ lady in the corner

She smiled, I ordered a bottle

“Your finest wine, Chappy!”
“Coming right up, snappy”
But those glasses are so narrow
I’ll have another
Another?
And another!
“Hello, pretty lady…

Are you new around here?”
She didn’t speak;
Just poured me another glass,
While I caressed her a..

Are you my bohemian qween?

She still said nothing.

In the distance I heard this:

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