You might meet Medusa
Jimmy was reluctant to go to the Halloween party that night.
He was a sensitive guy, who could be fooled; he often jumped in fright.
Will it be spooky? He asked his cousin, who told him a big lie.
She actually wanted her roommate to meet Jim; he was such a great guy.
His eyes had to adjust to the dark; the party was a dance going strong.
He saw a gorgeous woman standing under the punch bowl a bit too long.
He went to join her and was mesmerized by her beauty; she was gorgeous.
She wore a helmet turning her into Medusa, six giant snakes in a fuss.
Not frightened at all, Jimmy invited her to dance, which was rare.
By the end of the evening, he was ever so glad to be there.
Next day at lunch, Jim lamented that he did not know Medusa's name.
His cousin was smirking, because he had actually met the right dame.
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