Mismatched
When a certain fella has had a drink
or two or three, he’s bound to wink
at the little lady dressed in pink.
Her drink’s cubes give a subtle clink
as she decides what she might think.
Is he a stud or just a fink?
His clothes are sort of rinky-dink,
yet her long lashes, swathed in ink,
flutter in a come-on blink.
One fingernail is seen to sink
into her glass. He’s at the brink
of coming over to seal the link.
She checks her breath. It doesn’t stink.
She reaches down and dons her mink.
But then he stops and seems to shrink.
In this sure deal there seems a chink.
It’s clear that when she deigned to flirt,
she missed the writing on his shirt.
This is the message that went unread:
“Be kind to animals,” it said.
The SOCS prompt is shirt. Image by Marco Lastella

Nice, Judy! Love the ending!
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Now I like that!
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That is very good.
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Love it!! Faux is the way to go! 😉
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Ooh! This is so clever Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Oh! Touche I love it. But then….
Did he stop to think
Her coat of fur wasn’t mink
Like her nails it was faux
But he walked and now he’ll never know 😳
Love your poem 💜💜💜
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Aha.. so there is more to the story..It occurred to me when I chose the photo that it might be faux fur. You took it a step further.
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i really hope you didn’t mind me talking a liberty.
i really loved your poem 💜💜
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The queen of last lines!
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