Running on errands with you
Was never so wary
For it should be the last two
Lines in the diary
You came with a smile
And light of innocence
Which rests many a mile
Too far o'er the fence
Every little craving for more
Every time you knocked me with a punch
That hid me hard for a sore
So bad you sulked, your teeth did crunch.
Through the tears I could see
That genial glow of fun
It is now quite for me to agree
That you departed with the setting Sun.
I still see you dipped in laughter
Flavored with grace and delight
Those wide brows still do sign disaster
For all ill-fated chaps in sight
And for the remaining lines
You be the writer, hereafter.
Was never so wary
For it should be the last two
Lines in the diary
You came with a smile
And light of innocence
Which rests many a mile
Too far o'er the fence
Every little craving for more
Every time you knocked me with a punch
That hid me hard for a sore
So bad you sulked, your teeth did crunch.
Through the tears I could see
That genial glow of fun
It is now quite for me to agree
That you departed with the setting Sun.
I still see you dipped in laughter
Flavored with grace and delight
Those wide brows still do sign disaster
For all ill-fated chaps in sight
And for the remaining lines
You be the writer, hereafter.
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