Only For the Last Line
This will be easy
And you won’t think it strange
That in my youth how sleazy
My affairs did I arrange.
You will believe me,
But you will not observe
How I achieved not three
But two loves undeserved.
I should not have let it happen,
But I felt I could not change.
My driven desire wanted to tap in
To immediacy, not thinking long-range.
First it was Marge,
Statuesque and tall,
Some say large.
For her did I swiftly fall.
In my mindless youth
They were bountiful in the arena,
My eyes blinked as a sleuth
When I viewed the beautiful Tina.
Could this be true love?
How can one love two?
But away they both did not shove
Me like worn shoe.
Then I left them to serve in the militia,
Not really, it was the Marine Corps
When I met Patricia
And I knew to the other two I must close the door.
I chose a new freedom
With one love now, no more fooling around.
To the former two I asked that they see from
My point of view, not to weep tears and drown.
So, don’t cry for me, Marge and Tina.