He thought that she was dreamy but she felt that he was boorish.
(Understand she was no princess and in fact was a bit whorish.)
Nonetheless, she felt above him, and although she let him bed her,
it was not on her agenda to allow for him to wed her.
So although the ring was lovely and the perfume very rare,
she simply slipped the ring on and tossed her flaming hair.
The perfume that she now sprayed so profusely all around her
was purchased at a price that if she knew it would astound her!
They would never be united? At that her lover tensed,
and as she sprayed the perfume, they were doubly incensed.
In the end she wed a plumber who, when they chanced to dine,
took her to McDonald’s and thought that it was fine.
For their anniversary, cheap perfume and a thong—
gifts that he had purchased at a yard sale for a song—
were what he presented her, and what was her reaction?
Did she get the skillet out and put her spouse in traction?
In fact, she billed and cooed and then she put on each.
And if this ending’s a surprise, a lesson it might teach.
(If you missed the bad pun, look again.)