She was a woman of finesse,
Sexy, I guess;
I believed that she was all that,
I suppose things change when a woman swings a bat.
Her beauty was more than skin deep,
It was there, even in her sleep;
But reality grabbed me by the belt buckle,
When she waved good-bye to me with her knuckles.
Footnote: This poem is dedicated to my ex-wife. Her nickname should be "Rocky".
