He vowed to a life of silence, exile.
the feeling he had resembled viral stomach bile
he sat and waited
watched as the grasshoppers mated
he longed for a life of so much more
a life oblivious of bore
he wanted a woman, a lover, a soul
that would let him see the glass half full
gone would be his life as a hermit
he would find his Miss Piggy,and he shall be Kermit
he strolled down the street
unaware that there we would meet
a bold and vivacious girl
a girl he was willing to take for a whirl
she smiled and winked
instantaneously, their souls linked
she asked only one question
wanting to assure his affection
"will you walk with me, stud?"
'oh, please don't let this girl be a dud'
is what he thought
'for you're the one that I have sought'
and there they kissed,
but they shall be missed,
as the car tried to stop,
death had already let the scythe drop.
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