Love No Love
’Twas raining cats and dogs,
Then a hard drizzle over the bogs.
I was the one with umbrella in-house;
But a girl needed to reach her house -
Beauty this deep must not souse!
This girl I offered to helping,
But heard me some fellas yelping:
Your best chance, your best try!
Yet soaking to keep her dry,
Put my umbrella over hairs plaited wry.
If only she'll look me with a smile,
It’ll make wooing a thing worthwhile;
But all the uneasy way through,
On her face she wore a forbidding cool
As though I smelled of a kiddy’s stool.
I took her number, nonetheless,
Promising to bring an umbrella no less
Every time the heavens poured.
But on reaching my place of board,
And seeing it a figure short was bored.
Argh! howled I in a voice so mean,
Ruing the guile she wreaked upon m’being.
So next time the rains were to fall,
Swore I the darkest oath of all,
My umbrella she’ll never have this doll!
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