He hung the string of jalapeño shaped festive lights

from the Arizona condo balcony heights,

and saw at the swimming pool beneath

a shapely young lady in a swim suit so brief.

He leaned over to see down the low cut top

and did his best holiday salsa flip-flop.

The young lady heard the big plop and knelt

over the poor rube,

who, now unconscious, couldn’t appreciate her,

ah, cleavage.