I never would have joined her scheme
Had her looks not rendered me senseless.
A bottle of bourbon, a wink, and a smile
Was all she needed to take me down.
Her pouty lips faded away in a fog;
I never saw her again. And when
I woke, I staggered blind and nauseous,
Barely able to stand erect
As the deck bucked violently under me.
The sun assaulted my aching eyes.
I took one look at the billowing waves
And emptied my stomach over the rail.
I guess my mother was right—she said
Blind dates are a one-way ticket to trouble.