The Sad Tale of a Certain Young Man
I shall tell ye a little story;
There's no need for ye to worry
Since the tale's neither lewd nor gory;
Perhaps ye might feel a trifle sorry
Once upon a time there was a lad
who, in the world, not a care had;
One might say was silly and lacked sense
Yet his skull wasn't altogether too dense.
In his efforts he was a little sparse,
For he preferred instead some farce.
Always moving, he'd been a bit of a traveller
Not because life was getting duller;
He'd never been driven by his will
But rather the inability to pay his bill.
Strangely, he was also a little shy
(Though he didn't quite know why).
Some thought he'd gone awry in the head;
They said his ideas were a shade of red.
But that, for the purpose of this discussion,
I think is more than enough digression.
So by chance, again forced by circumstance
To his erudition enhance
He came to another institution of education
Of high and great reputation;
He considered here of some work to hazard
But found that old habits die hard.
Anyhow, here he took a lass to his liking;
Nay, the word 'liking''s far too lacking.
When he saw here, he was happiest man alive;
When he couldn't, his spirit took a dive.
He turned about listlessly in bed every night,
Was ever wary if she frowned in the slight.
Thinking it'd pass soon, he tried to suppress 't,
But the spell proved harder to break than he had guess?.
As she seemed to him friendly enough,
And was never on him tough or rough,
After much suff'ring, he'd finally decided,
Though on this matter himself was much divided,