Surprise Surprise

A river wide and meandering
With a charge a fuse and a flare
As the watchman drops his keys
The redhead strikes a match in the air
She giggles and set fire to frenzy
Wanting to run from the scene
But the little sprite within her
Will miss the joy of her disrepair
As it fizzles and sparkles to impact
She holds in the breath she just took
And runs at the last possible moment
So the King cannot castle his rook
But at the instant she knows to skedaddle
She must turn to see the boathouse explode
Fully accepting the consequence
Of seeking what so strongly forebode
A taste of the soft tasty middle
Eaten from both ends all at once
The Irishman strummed on the fiddle
And brought moistened finger to sconce
She escaped with lightly burnt lashes
And the fear and the shock of her flight
But as the evening come quickly to darkness
She is glad she took chance in the night
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