At the Plaza

Met this blonde,
She seemed just right,
Dancing at the Plaza
On a Saturday night,
Crystal chandeliers
Glittering bright,
With champaign
Amply supplied,
Feeling happy,
Free and light,
Left the party
For a buggy ride,
Going through old
Central Park,
Heavy petting
In the dark,
Waking later
At some hotel,
Blonde
With wallet gone,
Felt like hell...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz