The Girl in a Bottle

I found her there beside the ocean fair

Cold and motionless; in an antiquated black

Bikini

She was pale white and quite a sight to behold

Although she appeared alive she was most assuredly

Dead

What could have befallen this lovely creature?

Her hair was not golden or brown, but more a burnt auburn

She was of medium height; and such a delight to behold

Her frame was architecturally sound and well constructed

A lovely girl, bejeweled; with gold, gem stones and silver

She was picturesque

Beside her laid a mysterious jewel encrusted bottle

I picked it up and popped the top off

With a small and sudden pop

Came a meek, pink tempest, it raced about quite proficiently  

It encompassed her, lifting her body above the sand

The only movement was the whisking of her ponytail

As she started to whirl around and around

Then with an astounding "poof" the body, it was gone

And so was that bottle

I lighted down to the ground, and sat, and pondered

To what drink was I on, was it bad, was I mad?

or

Was this my Genie's burial?

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man