Rejection, And A Man Unaccustomed To Such Nonsense.

Are you happy now you've woken?
Sleeping through my earnest spoken
Confession, taken from the letter
That before you, I had pledged her.

Yes, her - wake up, it's no longer night
And I will have you hear my plight
Of my earnest, everlasting woes.
Considering this was all for you, so irate
Am I at your disinterest, when this spate,
This gush, was all so you I'd cadge
In lieu of her, my overly quixotic match.

The End

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