It wasn't until it all hit the fan,
That he awoke from his slumber of a plan.
As he saw his love in pain,
He felt true love come again.
The tears in his eyes, the look of his mate,
I wonder what he thinks of his fate.
What a horrible thing, we all gave a sigh,
For it isn't just him, it's for you and I.
To contemplate that life is short,
Whilst sipping on that expensive port.
It isn't until it all hits the fan,
That we realise nothing is meant to go to plan.
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