Bar Stool Cool

by | Dec 1, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

She stepped out of her car
And strolled into the bar
Looking very cool
She settled on a stool

Twenty pairs of eyes
Were fixed upon her thighs
But she sat upon the stool
Ignoring all their drool

She sipped her ice-cold drink
Not a staring eye could blink
But this girl was no fool
She just maintained her cool

A handsome stranger came
To end their drooling game
And settled on the stool
Next to the queen of cool

They chatted at the bar
Then walked out to her car
And the empty-headed fools
Stared at the bar-room stools


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