This lady I had just loved
Deserted me in a month;
Gave no reason –
She just left
Quick as she had come.
Now I got to thinking
About us, you know, to evaluate;
I, for instance, don't
Go just a minute;
I would an hour,
If need be.
I'm fairly handsome
Though five four,
And skinny.
But loving, you know.
Considerate, unstubborn.
On my part, I think I'm fine.
Her. Well, now, let's see.
She is dark: chocolatey,
Just how I like.
About as tall,
Unskinny.
O she was loving, I knew.
But loved her mama more
And left me on all fours
To crawl when I fell.
She didn't lift me up,
Or even look back
She just walked on and on,
Deaf to my calls and cries.
O her I despise!
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