She dated her hare
They lay their hearts a-bare
He writes, in rush
With Michelangelo brush
On easel with no inch to spare.
But, shrieking with a shatter,
Her cup goes splitter-splatter.
The clumsy cursed
That lovely versed
Now latte’s on the latter.
To Venice on carrot stick,
A charmed Gondola trick.
Sing lover’s chorale
And guitars played double quick.
But the night was getting late,
His lyre induced headache.
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