I hop on a bus, I race for a train, <br />Just to get back to see you again, <br />I hail a late taxi, and when I get there, <br />'She' opens the door with a 'rose' in her hair. <br /> <br />How can you love me, and love her as well, <br />To find her with you is absolute hell, <br />What a two timing toad, you've turned out to be, <br />Her 'rose' is the same, as the one you gave me. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-timing-toad/
