Oh, No!

We first met—

I’m so upset—

Beneath the apple tree,

You and me.

We weren’t so smart,

Oh, sweet sweetheart.

Drunk with love

From gods above,

We could not wait …

To initiate,

To participate,

To consummate,

To copulate,

To fornicate—

In short, to

Miscalculate

And underestimate.

We sore tempted fate.

With you on top

And me below,

We did not foresee

Scarce what would be.

We did not inspect,

Nor did we respect,

The apple tree above

Us heavy loaded till too late

(Oh, no! Oh, NO!).

We behaved so

Bloomin’ carelessly,

So perilously,

And so bloody physically.

We could not stop

On that, our

Overpassionate

First and only date.

We shook the earth,

The apples fell.

We’d thought, “Oh, well ….”

The apples, many, huge,

Formed their thumping deluge—

In all told, a friggin’ deadweight

That did so devastate—

That dissolved our darling refuge

And so placed us at the bottom

Of that lethal apple pile.

So here sadly,

At any rate,

I at your gravesite be,

My dearest debauchee,

Pronouncing—

Forgive me, please,

My sorry tears

That seep from

Other might've-beens

Of yesteryears;

It’s so problematic now

For me to reconcile—

A sad farewell, my love,

To the nth degree …

And that to such a bruised

(And oh so bloomin' fatally!)

And mashed and flattened thee.