Photo ©Kaz Andrew
Keep your rings and roses,
For sticking in your noses,
I want no symbol of your love,
No simpering, fluttering, feeble dove.
I gave you mine, the real McCoy,
That time and tide will not alloy,
You tossed it in a handy pocket,
Didn’t even use a locket,
And let it wither where it lay,
Maybe you’ll regret it, someday.