Workaholic

Workaholic had been his usual bag Long suffering girlfriend had been her tag Accountants reckoned him a millionaire Travelling countless worldwide miles in the air Now inspiration had deserted him He was doubting when, where, how to begin So far his typewriter had not been used Glancing at it, he shrugged, slightly bemused Then remembered finding Beth's gold earring Knowing, without doubt, their love was no fling His literary agent then rang his phone Which elicited a negative tone His airline ticket was cancelled forthwith With hand on heart there was no more to give He lifted an overflowing ashtray Seeing Beth's lipstick stained stubs from the party He emptied them into the rubbish bin Then knew he would ask her to marry him