Ms.Catfish

I should have been keen to her motives from the start
mistook feigned interest as a connection to the heart
lodging at a hotel on another continent miles away
in retrospect her text messages were as compelling  as any play

Pictures and decrees of wanting to marry clouded my head
physical expressions that could make even a porn star turn red
mentioned a spiffy car and owning a house in the states
led me to believe a con was not the fate

But then I get the story about being robbed by four masked men
asking if two hundred dollars I could willingly send
so she could pay a lawyer and wrap up her business soon
holes in the narrative had me changing my tune

So my sister by another family parceled out the label
to my texty little charmer with legs like Betty Grable
suggesting I hurt her in my assertion of her owning fins
made me think of alchol or something stronger I could toss her in

Alas if something is too good that axiom still holds weight
just being a life long bachelor seems to be my likely fate
I do know a lesson was learned so I won't be so grim
beware of the animals around me when I next go for a swim