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.