You look at me with an angry glare
I smile back with a blank stare
You hesitate just long enough
For me to give an awkward cough
Instead you turn and storm away
Why are you angry? I couldn't say
I think it's because I hate her feet
Or maybe it's about the toilet seat
Either way, the point is moot
She'll fume until she turns to soot
I really don't see why she's so mad
I'd said something that made her sad
"I meant it not!" I tried to yell
But old English is hard to sell
To an angry girl; she flipped me off
And went to a corner in which to scoff
Don't get me wrong, I'm not amused
but her overreaction has me confused
She knows that I'm devoid of tact
And I left the toilet seat up, in fact
But then, so what? She has that smell
A weird mixture of eggs and hair gel
She walks lopsided and snores at night
And farts when she thinks I'm out of sight
She lies upside down on the couch
And always has a pronounced slouch
She says bad jokes, at which she'd laugh
and then she'd yell at restaurant staff
What was my point? I think I forget
Oh yes; this relationship I seem to regret
But we're all human, we all have flaws
We should not fight without a good cause
Up an ivory tower, it's easy to judge
But maybe someone will give you a nudge
And then you'll fall to a lonely death
And curse yourself with your last breath
She might have flaws, but she's so sweet
She has that dazzling smile when we meet
She's made me laugh and shared her food
And never opened her mouth as she chewed
I love her and I know she loves me
To everyone, that is very plain to see
"I'm actually sorry" I suddenly realize
I think I might just go apologize
Because we're only alive now, you see
And who knows how long it will be
Before warmth fades and we grow old
Then our frail old bodies turn ice-cold
But as Life is short, there is no time
For me to make more words rhyme
So with all the love within my heart
I conclude this work of art
So we dance away, and we bask
In each others' warmth, but then you ask:
What did you say to make her fold?
"Come on, let's dance before we're cold"
I smile back with a blank stare
You hesitate just long enough
For me to give an awkward cough
Instead you turn and storm away
Why are you angry? I couldn't say
I think it's because I hate her feet
Or maybe it's about the toilet seat
Either way, the point is moot
She'll fume until she turns to soot
I really don't see why she's so mad
I'd said something that made her sad
"I meant it not!" I tried to yell
But old English is hard to sell
To an angry girl; she flipped me off
And went to a corner in which to scoff
Don't get me wrong, I'm not amused
but her overreaction has me confused
She knows that I'm devoid of tact
And I left the toilet seat up, in fact
But then, so what? She has that smell
A weird mixture of eggs and hair gel
She walks lopsided and snores at night
And farts when she thinks I'm out of sight
She lies upside down on the couch
And always has a pronounced slouch
She says bad jokes, at which she'd laugh
and then she'd yell at restaurant staff
What was my point? I think I forget
Oh yes; this relationship I seem to regret
But we're all human, we all have flaws
We should not fight without a good cause
Up an ivory tower, it's easy to judge
But maybe someone will give you a nudge
And then you'll fall to a lonely death
And curse yourself with your last breath
She might have flaws, but she's so sweet
She has that dazzling smile when we meet
She's made me laugh and shared her food
And never opened her mouth as she chewed
I love her and I know she loves me
To everyone, that is very plain to see
"I'm actually sorry" I suddenly realize
I think I might just go apologize
Because we're only alive now, you see
And who knows how long it will be
Before warmth fades and we grow old
Then our frail old bodies turn ice-cold
But as Life is short, there is no time
For me to make more words rhyme
So with all the love within my heart
I conclude this work of art
So we dance away, and we bask
In each others' warmth, but then you ask:
What did you say to make her fold?
"Come on, let's dance before we're cold"
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