Sometimes love hurts
Cupid plucks the heartstring of a hapless, hopeless Beau
who’s object of affection is a faithless, feckless Rose.
Beau brought her dandy candy and he gave her shiny beeds,
he even tried to liquor up, a method mostly guaranteed.
But Rose just wasn’t biting, she played a cold go-fish;
Beau cast his bait but couldn’t snag the trophy that he wished.
Music charms a savage breast, perhaps a serenade
could pluck a wild Rose in a pleasant garden glade.
Beau tried out a banjo pick beneath her snooty nose
but only felt a finger prick upon the thorny Rose.
Candy, gifts, and banjo muse all failed to impress her
but still his urges Rose again, Beau wanted to undress her.
A forceful hand was Beau’s next plan to win reluctant favor
but soon a Rose with pointed tose gave Beau a high-pitched quaver.
Depression wrapped up with a Beau, a box of bleary pain,
St. Valentine is just a jerk and Cupid plucks in vain.
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