• He swore an oath to never,
    Dote on another maid.
    Though the truth in his words,
    Only seem to fade.

    He's craven,
    Oh yes, he's a coward.
    Too afraid to commit,
    When the bliss has soured.

    But a boy inside,
    Hid behind mother's skirts.
    Uncaring to the world,
    On just who he hurts.

    But he'll still take your hand,
    Pretend to not know,
    That you already writ him off,
    Several days ago.

    Toss him a copper,
    Thank him for his time.
    Confess he's pitiful,
    You'd never keep such grime.