Prom-ice

 

 

You said you'd go with me to prom,

But you never did.

You went traipsing off

With some sophomore kid,

Found a room and stayed the night,

Stained the bed sheets milky white.

Before you left I gave you your corsage,

A clover with four petals, and a pack of Saxon Golds.

Hidden behind the label, six Saxons filled with holes.

And as you speed away its my feet, not my heart that hurts.

Waving you the best of luck, I hope the clover works.