Awaking slightly late one winter's day,
I thought something was missing from the room
But poking 'round the vaguely streetlit gloom,
Just what had gone I couldn't really say.
I would have slept again but felt dismay:
I left my bed and let the hunt resume -
Frustration starting now to make me fume -
Yet keen to fix my feelings, come what may.
Of course, I know now what it was I missed:
You stole my heart while I was rather pissed,
Embezzled all the love I'd saved for you
And misappropriated my hope too.
I'll sue you if I ever prove it so -
Or should I not disturb the status quo?