The Right Bard Poem by Ernestine Northover

He never was there, he never did care,
He treated me contemptuously,
I thought now he'd gone, that I'd look upon,
This time, as a bonus, for me.

It's really quite sad, that a nice looking lad,
Just wasn't interested, you see,
Well never you mind, I shall very soon find,
Someone, who is single and free.

Now that might be hard, finding the right bard,
Who's thinking with mine, would agree,
There are hundreds of poets, and I very well know, it's
Just a matter of turning the key.

As long as he's kind, I could well be inclined,
To settle down with a great certainty,
And then with this mate, I could perhaps contemplate,
That two, could maybe, become three!

© Ernestine Northover