Eustasia

She was the kind of love I fell into  
the way a tiger falls into a trap;  
lured by the sure scent of dulcet woo  
for a dude with a boner handicap  
raising the risk of young balls turning blue  
backstage on the set of...THE DOVER ROAD,  
writ by the guy who wrote WINNIE The POOH,  
and...THE TOAD OF TOAD HALL...(pretentious toad).  
 
But long story short, it wasn't to last,  
when once she fell for a cock blocking dude  
who must've been hung like a mizzenmast  
to prop up his dockworker attitude.  
 
Devastated by the love I had lost  
when she had so easily moved on  
made it clear that a heart might be tossed  
like old napkins at The Cinnabon!  
 
Twas nothing to do but move on as well  
even as I lamented all the fucks  
as heaven transformed back into the hell,  
of my love...inequitably deluxe,  
and hers scot free in a courtship surfeit,  
wherein, foolishly, I thought we were fit.  
 
But that's how it goes on stage or on screen,
and often in all the scenes in between!