Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Outsmoken

In 1957, I

Was walking by this cafe when

I saw Patsy Cline and some guy

Sitting in there so I went in.

I made myself a mental bet

That I,  a stranger to the two,

Each one smoking a cigarette,

Could split this pair up, I could do.

So I sat down and I lit up,

And rubbed the guy's leg with my own,

Aroused his interest in me, yup.

We left Patsy smoking alone.

3 Cigarettes in the Ashtray,

Patsy, I took your man away.