A close-up picture of a glass of some sort of orange fizzy drink, somewhat out of focus. Murder of the Tango Man She was worried about her hair Wished she’d showered and used her Wash ‘n’ Go Too late to be concerned about such niceties Now it was all about how the plan goes She felt the spotlight was on her at the bar As the band played fandango She fancied a Bacardi Breezer And opted for the mango She approached him with a bottle in one hand And the other round the handle of her stiletto She was ready to exact bloody revenge On her duplicitous dance instructor Who clearly thought it took more than Two to tango.
A Poem a Day, Day 101: Murder of the Tango Man. Being one of the prompts for tonight’s #steppingstonescribblers
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