An Imperfect Nine

She gave me a drink Wine Potion Numer Nine She said not to worry in a moment I'd be fine My head it felt woozy I finished up the wine I thought she was a six Now here she is a nine I couldn't believe my luck I think I am in love She's my little Angel A gift from up above My friends are so confused She must have cast a spell They say she aint good looking and there is that awful smell How could this have happened I'm still trapped in her spell In my mind she is a Nine So I'll kiss and never tell Lower poem conforms to contest rules for Number 9 Contest Nine lines Nine words per line. I used nine three times because 3x3 is nine. I kept the original poem because that was my first inspiration. She gave me a drink, wine potion number nine She said "trust me in a moment you'll be fine." My head felt woozy, I finished up the wine Who knew a six could end up a nine My friend warned me it must be a spell She ain't good lookin and there's that funny smell Still I see her as an angel I'm captivated My body and mind are no longer related I am her slave and she is my Nine.