the fish monger

It was another market crush, this flame was for a young fella at the fish stand.

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The first time he caught her eye,
Was working at the booth,
Young and lean and very spry,
Her thoughts were quite uncouth.
A veritable crush,
Formed deep down in her heart,
It was already too much,
Right from the very start.
Her dreams they filled with mackerel,
Sliding down his washboard abs,
Their eye contact prolonged,
As he sold a couple crabs.
Her dad would never have it,
So a secret it would be,
Her Romeo a ruffian,
That, everyone could see.
Finally she got the guts,
And found him at a bar,
Then he drove her home, grabbed the keys,
And left her in the car.
But sometimes lust is worth it,
The heart will be untamed,
So she cavalierly "fucked it",
Their romance built of flames.
Some fun, a flirt, a fling,
He kept on coming back,
With an oddly fishy scent,
For such a tasty snack.
But then, finally, when summer came,
She threw him to the lake,
Cause while this cougar might like fish,
For dinner she wants steak.