A flower, young and pretty pink <br />stood where a sailor took his drink. <br />The sailor was a stocky man <br />and blocked the wind as big blokes can. <br />But when his woolen trouser sleeve <br />slipped down to warm the New Year's Eve <br />for this small flower, just by chance <br />it outperformed the best-laid plans. <br /> <br />The drinking spree went on to dawn <br />then, with a sudden stifled yawn <br />the sailor waved his calloused hand <br />and said, 'Hello, my one night stand.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-night-stand-7/
