He sought my love yet then he was annoyed
For I was not a beacon nor a buoy
So now he’s gone and I am self employed
He wooed me with a passion that felt great
Fearing he had found me rather late
But now he’s gone and I’m the builder’s mate
He liked to send me emails dense and lewd
Ideally he would write words very crude
Then he was put out when my cat miaowed
He needed space ,for touching made him tense
He was bright but had no common sense
So I said, here’s the door and get thee hence
He never wore pyjamas when abed
He got so hot he turned the chaste quite red
I thought I’d better come back from the dead
Someone might invent a folding fence
To separate the mates who hate pretence
He sought my love and won and got annoyed
He’s gone abroad and I am self employed
How my heart sings 