Wink

He’d thought he’d stop in for a drink
When he saw her all dolled up, hot pink
Up there on the stage
Helpless bird in a cage
Though her singing was likely lip synced

From her rescue he would never shrink
Though this hero might later rethink
This image so pure
Was really a lure
A trap sprung with glance and a wink

(Poetry Scales 105)  

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