Her Charm

“Decisive action is what’s called for here,”
She warned me, bright eyes searching through the room
For something moveable. “It’s like a tomb
In here. Can someone get me a light beer
And maybe pretzels also? Pack your gear
And follow me. I can’t remember whom,
But I smacked someone back there in the gloom,
Who cried ‘Excelsior!’” Her thought was clear.

People might be against her -- not for long,
No chance that opposition could withstand
The onslaught of her charm, her heavy hand
With similes, her force, her tuneless song,
Her water treatment, soapy, smelly, strong,
And all the plans that never went as planned.