The Heartless Susanna Poem by Hannington Mumo

Oftentimes life and Nature decide to give you
That which you'd never give your bitterest foe,
A bitter cup from which you must drink;
And sour content like gall, you'd think.

I met a lady called Susanna Leighton;
Never heard her talk so I knew not her tone
But her face was sweet and her figure sexy,
And I figured she'd to be adequately classy.

It was on this new site called Podio
Where they existed as a learned trio:
Her and Bob Maiti who's from Denmark,
And Stig Cornelius whose details I lack.

So, thrilled I began chatting with her,
And she returned not a single "fine sir! "
I continued, being a fellow of untiring zeal,
For my passion for her burnt to kill.

Still the heartless beautiful Susanna would not answer me,
And I cried and cried, and hoped cute Susanna would kinder be!