Checkmate (an acrostic poem)

Calculating the best move

He pointed his wingman to move in

Everything seemed perfect about her

Cascading red hair framing her heavenly pale face

Knowing her friend was fully engaged by his man, it was now show time

Moving in for the kill he broke out his fifty million dollar smile

Asking her what was her drink of choice

Too bad she pointed out she was the designated driver

Even though she held a gin and tonic in her hand

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