I was going to make such a big thing out of this
'Twas going to be in six parts, and long to take the piss
But then I thought 'Hell, what's teh fucking point?'
When this short poem I'm writing, my tale it shall anoint

Had I a pretty damsel, Anna was her name
Loved her fair and well did I, but Christ was I to blame
For when meeting her every time I acted rather fast
Because in my heart I deftly knew this passion could not last

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