Classic Poem

Some blind and witless boobs, Calorie Cutey,
Are moved to scorn red hair, to spoof and mock ...
Not I ... 'Od'swounds! ... it biffs me with a shock
Electric, overwhelming me with beauty.
My soul (your salamander, Tootsytooty!)
In fancy dwells 'twixt lock and burning lock ...
And had I twenty souls the whole derned flock
Were yours, O Flame that nevermore grows sooty!

My Tenth Wife bobbed her hair ... I got an axe
And just for that I bobbed the lady's head!
Alas! the memory of sweethearts dead
Still from love's current largesse claims a tax!
I hope we will not part in just that way,
Suzanne ... But who can tell? Ah, welladay!