When a young lady named Miss White
Said, “your poetry it is terribly trite”.
I said, “let me compose
A poem to my rose”.
And I went home alone that night …
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh dear Kevin, it’s not good for a man to be alone. Especially at night!
Indeed it is not, Lorraine!