The other day
I had a date
who made me want to nauseate:

Oh Ben,
this rhyme is just for you
because I saw through
your petty tactics-
which I broke like matchsticks.
Though you tried to be charming
I found you alarming
for I’m not a thing you can fling
along your dirty old string.

I know you think
you’ve got it all
but you’re about as sexy
as a common pub crawl;
and darling, I’m sparkling
like a vintage champagne
so I won’t let a drop of it
go down the drain.