Ms. Ketchup had a theory.
No one could answer that query.
What would it take to break her heart?
Men come unglued, hearts fall apart.
While she was searching for a holy love
into the mud she dropped her glove.
It’s not the mud that gets glovier.
Curse the poor boy that keeps on loving her.
She’d seen loves microscopic
Melted in your pocket
Forgotten like a bar of chocolate
Monotonous, bored to tears and worse
Mouths stuck hungrily together
Puzzle pieces locked forever
Jettisoned up to the stars
Close to god but no cigar
Once the stone and now the glass
This arsonist must now confess
Love and beauty in my defense
For 30 days siege was laid
Children wept and women wailed
Then they put the city to the flame.
Forgotten like a bar of chocolate
Monotonous, bored to tears and worse