I fell in Love at 9: pm,
On a blue-eyed morning in Lewisham,
She was the sort of girl I\'d hope to find,
A beauty of the Grace Kelly kind.
At 12: O\'clock noon we went for tea,
And gazed to each obsessively,
Honey\'d talk and touching hands,
And all the \'Rights\' that Love demands.
At 1:05 the deed was done,
Our fevered Hearts were duly Won,
We openly kissed, unabashed and free,
Our Hormonal Scouts on a \'Jamboree\'.
By 4 : \'clock all passions said,
For fickle youth will have its head,
Our future plans are Joys unbound,
With Children playing in a Nursery found.
It\'s 5: pm and our Home is bought,
For Fanciful dreams are playing sport,
The \'Creme de la Crème\' in Notting hill,
And all Decor of style the rooms to fill .
By 8:15 She\'s set to Cry,
To Shapely legs my roving eye,
A few \'Home Truths\' by a feral tongue,
And so Romance has had its run.
At 9:pm She strides away,
My cheek still burns from a girl betrayed,
And Ears ring of a \'Hellish Fate\',
To which She makes the Great Escape.
This Banana Skin of life gives thought,
That fools do rush to eagerly Court,
Sage advice to the Witless fed,
From Wisdom\'s School to the Dullards head.
Never more I\'ll fall in times short frame ,
In can start in Bliss -
But will end in Shame.