I have the taste for saddened verse
News of love lain once immersed
Words came to say, of this day
All the rain with tears may play
He told of she, but she not he
She though was pleased
At where he be, he
Did not see it quite so well
Truth to tell he went though hell
He'd caught the swell
Of foolish pride; she decided
No more, and that was that
Back to the fedora hat
Perm blown hair
Back to the flair
That suited his youth
Struth
He was nearer death than life
She never was his wife
All appearances turned to strife
The knife then turned one last time
Chime of noon, flash of light
Cheering crowd, in beauties sight
She took the ring
& hugged her new man
Close and tight