I Saw Her First
Theodora and Eleanor were two different sisters.
Eleanor sat in the window with her face uncovered.
She was giggling, which brought our attention to her.
Theodora was hiding around the corner, covering her face.
“I am going to flirt with the one up front,” I told my friend.
“I saw her first,” he told me.
No one wants a shy hide-your-face kind of woman.
Least of all two pirates out for a lark.
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