One Night in Vegas

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I woke up this morning to find a stranger in my bed
With dark hair and dark eyes and lips like peach wine
He tossed and turned, yawned and stretched,
And said ‘good morning’ with a ‘sweetheart’ at the end

He reached up to kiss me and I shrank back in fear
So worried about this stranger that I fell right off the bed
He looked at me with concern and then burst out laughing
‘Funny honey,’ he said with a giggle and went to the loo.

I tried to think fast, who this stranger could be
He was dreadfully handsome, just my type you can see
But oh, my poor head how it ached to think so
When I knew not this stranger or who I was also.

Was it Amy, or Beth or Susan or Mary?
Annabel or Casey or Kristen or Daisy?
‘Where’s my tie, honey?’ came the loud question.
Oh phooey, I thought, could it really be Honey?

‘Boy, I’m starved,’ he said with a smile
‘Perhaps some breakfast would be nice’ and gave me a wink.
Quickly, quickly, I ran down the stairs,
My mind in a tizzy for I knew not what to do.

Do I call the police or the army or the zoo?
Would someone please tell me what circus this is?
A flash of something brilliant made me lose my breath
For sitting on my finger was a beautiful diamond ring.

Wait a minute! I thought, my eyes becoming wide
A ring on my finger, could this be a lie?
I didn’t remember a wedding or my family in sight
Neither did I remember a cake or a candle alight.

I pounded up the stairs with questions abound
And stood up before him with my hand outstretched.
‘Who are you? Speak quickly or I will call the police!’
‘Tell me, good stranger, what do you want with me?!’

He stared at me and looked at the ring,
with a small smile of knowledge on his face.
‘You remember nothing?’ he asked with a grin.
‘Of course not!’ I replied although I knew why.

‘The party, the wine, the beer, the food!’
‘How you danced and you laughed and you dazzled me with your smile.’
‘You said that you loved me and would have me for yourself’
‘And dragged me down the altar for a quick hitch last night.’

Oh, how embarrassing, how humiliating, how utterly devastating
To think I had fallen for a stranger and brought him to my home.
He showed me a certificate to prove his blatant case
And promised to love me till death do us part.

And so the moral of this story, my dear friends or foes
Is to never go to a city that never sleeps or rests
For one night of passion and revelry and mirth as a single,
Will find you, come morning, a very married woman!



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What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas.

Notes: This piece was written on the spur of the moment with the intent of it being a 'free verse'. It was only placed in stanzas to separate each scene. Thanks so much for reading!