To girls I give a warning
It’s easy to confide
When a boy writes poetry
You’d better run and hide.
For when his soul is laden
With sweet and mushy rhyme
If you plan to leave at all
Believe me, that’s the time.
When he writes you sonnets
Inspired from above
Sister, he means business
And you know that he’s in love.
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I like this one. Very good!