The Allure Is Fortunately Passing
When I was only seventeen, I fell in love with a Gypsy queen
Her hair was dark, her eyes were bright, I wanted her that very night
But first she made me sit and hear misfortunes of my love career
I knew somehow it wasn't right; she told me, "Hey, go fly a kite"
When I had barely turned eighteen, my heart was set upon Irene
Her nose was red, her toenails blue; I knew then what I had to do
Declaring that I'd die for her, I bought a coat of sable-fur
Callow youth, I thought to woo with gifts some whore who was untrue
When I had lived but nineteen years, I loved a girl with pointy ears
She was a little Vulcan tart; but nonetheless, she broke my heart
She told me that she thought me 'cute', but ran of with some Klingon brute
Love is an unlikely art; I now evade Sir Cupid's dart
| Contributors: | Big Andy, Beefy, Kansas Sam, F, N, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd November 2003 by Anon.. |