His name was Mort
he had a hideous wart
when he got into port
all the wenches would snort
but he waltzed up to the fort
and attended the court
where he drank some fine port
and had a nice chocolate torte
he had eyes on a consort
a tryst with her, he'd had to abort
his mission, her father did thwart
so he drank *** by the quart
and fought men for sport
the rich he'd extort
for he was that sort
for this fair escort
he would not resort
to actually court
her image of him, he dare not distort
and that is why, he'll always fall short
but he got a passport
and got on a transport
and learned to support
himself in Freeport
and that my dear friends, is all I have to report

We come into relationships and expect them to end
treating the other as an enemy, not as a friend
with fear and distrust we play a dumb game
and then we call quits, but then repeat the same

some aren't surprised when it all falls apart
they had expected it to, right from the start
they don't want people to think they are dumb
so they'd rather break themselves until they are numb

what if I go into this, thinking it's fine
that in the end I'll be yours, and you will be mine
what if I just start with a wide open heart
and believe that nothing will ever tear us apart

is that not how our love lives were meant to be?
when did this kind of love start making us feel guilty
when a man and a woman are made man and wife
that was something that should last all our life

these break-up games that we've hurt ourselves by
they are not normal, no, this is a lie
but just because you've been hurt so many times
does not mean you'll constantly pay for your crimes

become a new person and open that heart
wait for the right one, and make a new start
save your body and mind for the one you can trust
and stop thinking it's love, when it's really just lust

One of those days when it all goes right
One of those days when you've got no fight
One of those days that fits like a glove
when to everyone around you extends some love

It's nice when you have a day that is happy
and though this poem might be a bit sappy
I had one of those days on this sunny day
and I'll tell you how it got this way

I have no idea, there's no formula for it
you can't run your life by control or whit
some days things go right and some go wrong
some days you cry and some days sing a song

The happiest days are gifts from above
showered upon us by God's great love
He brings peace and blessings to those who wait
we just have to trust Him with our fate

Don't seek out those days, they will come
if you struggle and strive, you will be undone
just relax and trust, I know it seems odd
but when they come, don't forget to thank God