On a bonfire night, I asked her,
Do you mind if I sit here?
She not only moved to make room,
But also offered me a bottle of beer.
It was that long ago when,
I fell for her and that fire;
I told her a month later though,
She be the lady and I, her squire.
She left me for some other guy,
On some other day, some other time;
It was the half past noon when,
All this happened and I, for once couldn't rhyme.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
On a bonfire night, I asked her,
Do you mind if I sit here?
She not only moved to make room,
But also offered me a bottle of beer.
It was that long ago when,
I fell for her and that fire;
I told her a month later though,
She be the lady and I, her squire.
She left me for some other guy,
On some other day, some other time;
It was the half past noon when,
All this happened and I, for once couldn't rhyme.
These twelve lines are a piece of crap,
Hey ex, I'll say this, if you take me back!