Here alone there lies a poet
Whilst in her bed another man
Enjoys her favours - Oh don't I know it
I can't even get this verse to scan

Here alone a poet lies
Weaving verses - is it just a scam?
While she with her man just sighs!
Oh dammit! dammit! dammit! damn!

Here alone there fumes a poet
Hopelessly looking for a rhyme
While she doesn't seem to know it
And is at peace in space and time

If she's at peace then I should leave her
Leave her alone since she's so fine
For what can I offer that would please her
Except the tangled mystery of a rhyme

At times like this I wish the gods
Would at least send me a sign
Help me produce against the odds
For a perfect woman, the perfect line

Yes, a message from the gods, exquisite
Constructed like a heavenly wine
An aphrodisiacal tonic
Then she would know she must be mine

Hmmmm!

Here alone there scribes a poet
A reckless,ruined,rakish man
His heart is on his sleeve, to show it
Although my lady's not a fan