Look Out For Brunettes

It is those brunettes you must look out for Jim warned Sam Sam did not listen; he was totally smitten Ate at the Honky-tonk Diner daily To get a whiff of Miranda. She smelled better than his grandma’s lap from when he was four, Better than his mother’s bubble bath he remembered. She exuded a magical mystical fragrance Ivory Soap? Avon's Sweet Honesty from the seventies? It did not matter. She was wholesome and pretty. Her hair shone like a campfire in the sunlight. He like Honky-tonk burgers, but he was here for her. Jim rolled his eyes. She’s dangerous, he warned him. “Sure, she looks safe, but…. Hey! Who is that?” Apparently, there was a new waitress. Another auburn headed delight, she looked like a girl next door, They were both in trouble now.