No Busybodies, No Romance Spanners

Hell’s bells knell if online love I accommodate On Instagram, Twitter and Facebook In moments driven by exhilaration to promote A fad that’s all the rage online depending on which romance book Tickled my fancy last weekend When bored with brick and mortar love I thought I could sample The new romance culture and mend My revulsion for it and kick a new propulsion system into motion in ample Time to make a boldness statement Driven by the will to satisfy my faltering ego Whose bleak romance testament Derided and paraded as pathetically shallow by the id and superego As primitive in its outlook Too pensive in its approach Needs a thorough overhaul in the hook and look To which it clings regardless of what any romance cockroach Brings to the table In the wake of new manners That render romance less stable but more able To spring a surprise or two if in romance works no busybody throws spanners.