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.