A Lover's Tiff! ! ! Poem by Ruth Rayment

A lover’s tiff
That’s all he said
No more sorry
No more pleads or begs
No more flowers
Or the candy
No more back seats
That’s just dainty
I knew it was gone
I knew it faintly
There was no tiff
No lovers row
It just came down
To an ancient noel
Catch a man once
You’d simply forget
Get in on the second
Well that’s a challenge
But to discover a third
That’s excepting the worse
To soon realise
That a lover’s tiff
It never arrived…