On that cold December blight
When you ran off with Him.
Long after that fateful night,
As the sun grew ever more dim.

I shivered in my boots
And never asked you to stay.
Even my mind did deduce,
This was the Only way.

Dressed up in a coat
Of red and ivory.
About Him you did gloat.
As if you reached victory.

But soon you would find,
This watermelon was but a rind.

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