Q Poem - Rushing in Nerja

I met a flustered lady in the midday sun
Rushing in the plaza like a bandit on the run
Scurrying to buy her liquor on the cheaper side of town
"Finlandia !" she said, a vodka of renown

She touched me with her trembling hands
Bronzed and decked in golden bands
She kissed me with her pouted lips
And held me in her feeble grip

"I must go' she said
For Don Quixote de la Galway
Lies waiting in my bed

MWC
October 2001
Nerja