This bouquet of words I say to you,
may not be elegant enough to be called
a poem or a rhyme, but they come from
my aching heart with all my love sublime.
Will you forgive me just once more?
I promise to throw this bottle into the river,
and never touch another drop, if you
promise not to kick me out the back door!
What’s that you say?
I’ve promised before?
But this time my Little Darling…
I mean it a whole lot more!
The door?
Yes, yes! I see it!
Don’t let it hit me in the what!
O’ little Darling…
You can’t mean that!
What will I do?
Where will I go?