Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Blow Up

He called me Miss Clean, don't know why.

I made his heart beat dynamite,

And told me he was a down guy.

That was when I turned on the light.

Beautiful tan he said I had.

Not the best come on line I'd heard.

But not enough to make me mad,

A harmless sort I felt assured.

He wanted me to dance with him.

When I said no, he threw a fit,

And suddenly his mood turned grim.

I guess a fuse in him I lit.

Miss Dirty now is what I be,

Cuz he blew up all over me.