An Odd Romance



There comes a time for every lad
To see there's love there to be had
And so the day arrives at last
For their chance to woo a lass
 
In Overhill there lived a lad
He'd spied a lass, that made him glad
He got his nerve to make a start
On winning this young lass's heart
But what was this poor lad to do?
For skills and talents, he had but few
No way with words each time he spoke
Nor counted with the handsome folk
 
Just start with flowers, the lad had read
He picked some white, some blue, some red
Then wandered to the lass's farm
With bouquets that would surely charm
But there a goat thought they were lunch
And on the flowers it tried to munch
The lass she gave a mighty laugh
As the goat pursued him down the path
 
But next, the lad had just the thing
He'd caught a bird to sweetly sing
The lass would be impressed with that
He put the bird beneath his hat
He stood outside her small homestead
And took the hat from off his head
The lass just stood and laughed right there
The bird had pooped all on his hair
 
But once the lad had cleaned his suit
He then returned; in hand a flute
Because the lad knew well enough
That music is the food of love
But I've said before; he had no skill
The flute just made a curdling shrill
He terrified a nearby calf
And still the lass did naught but laugh
 
As yet the lad was not deterred
For lasses like to dance he'd heard
And so he'd thought it best of all
To dance upon the farmyard wall
But as the lass was walking by
He slipped and fell into a sty
And covered head to toe in muck
He could not move, his feet were stuck
 
The lad he thought he'd lost his chance
He'd missed out on a fine romance
The lass approached, but then she grinned
And offered out her hand to him
She said, "My lad, I do believe"
"You really are the one for me"
"I want someone to make me laugh"
"But first, you really need a bath...."