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
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