She drunk, showing me

Her nails I can not see.

I drink my brandy

And try my best to engage

With a girl half my age.

Its hard to explain

To her drunken brain

That I am unable to see.

So I sip my brandy

And imagine her fingernails

She left with her friend.

I can not pretend

That there was no attraction

At least on my part.

A passing distraction

Turns into art.