I got in a stew
About you.
And not knowing what I should do,
My only way to treat the issues
Involved an entire box of tissues,
When I got in a stew
About you.

I got in a mess
I confess
When you revealed signs of distress.
Though a very small bit o’ me
Considered at least the epitome
Of how we two might coalesce
I confess.

I quite lost my head
When you said
You would never share my nuptial bed,
Though a very small part of my mind
Believed you were just being kind
Despite saying we’d never wed
As you said.

I got in a stew
About  you.
But I had to accept your adieu,
Though the shaking apart of me
Was breaking the heart of me,
And I got in a terrible stew
About you.

And I bellowed, and yelled, and I moaned
And I hollered, and cried, and I groaned
And intoned that it’s time I withdrew
From your view