I could still remember
it was Morton's Irish Bar.
Your smile so captivating,
the prettiest one I've seen by far.
I, a single, poor young lad
with lonely as my matchless date,
downed my second gin and tonic
as I resigned to unknown fate.
You glided past my disgraced booth
and 'spilled' your after 9 drink on me.
I still relive your ambrosial scent
Chanel No. 5 Eau Premiere - best perfume for work and play.
Just my luck on New Year's eve,
when you collapsed into my arms.
"Hi, my name is Jessica Stone."
Dumbfounded, "Mum?" I say.
Inspired by MA's "creative opening scenes" forum, written in poetic form.
