The ghost of this love
sits on the line
While it is bright yet dull
A love so divine
This line was a tightrope
Taut and short
There was little hope
With bitterness to retort
Cute and lovely was he
Yes, he. The boy in blue
He sprinted the mile with glee
For he was bought new shoes
The fille so indifferent
Stared with resent
At little boy Blue
(She had a plethora of shoes)
Should I say more
About this high wire?
Or are you ready to snore,
Are you already too tired?
