endymion

The beautiful Arab girl entered the cafe.
Her again.
"Don't do it Heelers," I told myself.
But it was too late.
I walked over to her.
My voice when it came had a mellifluous tinkling quality which I seemed to hear from far away.
I serenaded her a la Robert Plant thusly:

"If I was John Carpenter,
And you were Adrienne Bazork,
Would you marry me anyway,
To get a part in Escape From New York."

(Adrienne Barbeau ya Bollix - Adrienne Barbeau note)
(Poetic licence - Heelers note)