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.
Does Chris know about this?