Code Red
Syrupy smoke leaks from her corner lair
Ruby red lips lick your name in the air
Short skirts lead any man’s mind straight to sex
Probably any man’s instant reflex
a Black short dress covers something in red
Back widow spiders share this fateful dread
Long nails mark her toxic territory
Enter her den and your end is gory
Her scarlet smile painted in most excess,
Beware this code for your later distress
Webs of streaming lies entangle your fate
Caution your minds state; never take the bait
A smarter man would have played simply dead
Heed code red, you may already be wed!
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