Here Come The Tears Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

You need to be cool, calm, and collected
Or she'll see right through you at a single glance;
If you're weak and emotional you won't be respected -
Let's face it, Soft Boy, you don't stand a chance!

You need to chill out, give the girl some space,
Mix with your friends, relax for a while,
Stop smooching around with that long, long face,
Do something exciting to bring back a smile!

Can't you see your behaviour is driving her mad?
The way you keep ringing and being a pest,
If it wasn't so funny it would be rather sad,
So do her a favour and give it a rest!

And what is the point of your latest obsession?
You're working too hard to fulfil your own fears,
You seem quite incapable of learning your lesson,
So you'll drive her away, yes, HERE COME THE TEARS! !