The dates he had
Proved he was unlucky
Pretty they all were clad
He was quite uncertain.
This one he just saw was sad
With face uncaring
She was faint and looked bad
Like a squashed plum unwashed.
He felt it within him and mad
He was uncaring
And approached her face so sad
He said words so uncruel
She smiled and wasn't so bad
As he knew he had found love unpolished
Alas love he never had.
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