The Lady Killer

Down the isle he walks with content With eyes glancing from hither and thither Finally he sees a stand And in no time is in his caboose Besides an innocent heart… With the sotto voce of a mighty deity he mutters, hello… Slowly like a prey she is drawn into his nest This is the Lady Killer Well brimmed, good looking His cachet even the atheist cannot refuse Whom with no time is no more. But for the poor lass, Unknowingly she falls into his trap Mesmerized by his looks! Blindfolded of the dangerous claws he carries That in case she is stung, Sorry, we have to cut short our poem…