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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When once a lovelorn callow swain, Heartbroken by a maid's rebuff Sought balsam for his heart's deep pain, Of female wiles had had enough, Grave listener at the local pub, Sat Tom inured to pangs of love, Who spoke as lion to his cub Or to a chick a turtledove. "Son, weep not! I know thy disarray, And I recall that time ah! Long gorn by When I, a callow youf of Harringay, Did to my first love like a furnace sigh. With ardent kisses she the fire would stoke. Oh how the temperature did rise, Till one day she give it such a soak That out it fizzled to my woeful cries. Nought could relieve my darkness until Alice, A fulsome wench from Walthamstow, Changed my gloom into a Crystal Palace. Bang crash the day she found another beau! Oh nothing salved my bitter bitter spleen, No medicine, herb, apothecary's lotion, Till I met a luscious blonde from Woodford Green. How she set my heart and soul in motion. All went well until I met her mother, Who asked in innocence how much I earned. My honest answer love's fickle flame did smother, So once again I got my fingers burnt. By now I'd grown cynical a bit, So when true love came knocking at my door, I lost my nerve and had a fainting fit, And so she went. I saw her nevermore. Thus, my son, I live to tell the tale. Renounce the frolics of thy frivolous youth. A loaf but nibbled soon is hard and stale. Let wisdom early teach this hard-won truth."
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