As fate would have it
Appearing again
A visible creature
An angel, so prim

She’ll pour you a glass
Or perhaps even two
As the clock ticks off time
Oh my, how it flew

She’s taking no chances
Making sure you’ll partake
Her slithering friend
Sees to your mistake

While her innocent face
Has you mesmerized, still
She’ll pour you another
Draw you in, against your will

No longer a battle
This one, you did lose
A victim of happenstance
Better knock off the booze

 

Writing Prompt – Conspicuous Coincidences – Day 6/31

©2017 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0