KISS MY...

"I love you," he told her.
"Prove it," she said.
So he gave her a dozen roses,
Of a deepest, richest red.

"They're all right," she shrugged,
"But they'll soon wither away.
Do they represent your feelings;
That they'll go in a few days?"

So he gave her a box of chocolates.
And so she wouldn't complain,
He had bought her an assortment,
Of milk ones, white and plain.

She sighed and folded her arms,
"What a nasty thing to do.
I'm trying to watch my figure.
How inconsiderate of you."

So he bought her a new dress,
She said she didn't like the style.
He changed it for something else,
But she said the colour was vile.

He put up a banner with coloured balloons,
Stating his feelings were more than just keen.
"Oh, really," she huffed, "How childish can you get?
That's got to be the most silliest thing I have seen."

"What do you want?" said the man,
"My love I've tried to prove.
But everything I try to do,
You always disapprove."

"You'll just have to keep trying," she said,
"Like every time before."
"Oh, push off," he replied,
"I don't love you anymore."

13 August 2002