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The IMBROGLIO
I’m embroiled in an imbroglio,
And, Yes, I am confused.
Which way to turn I do not know,
Perplexed, baffled, bemused.
She’s says that she will live with me,
See to all my needs,
If I will gift my house to her,
The pool, the grounds, the deeds.
I think she’s asking far too much,
And yet she’s such a sweetie.
I’d like to give her what she wants,
Listen to her entreaty.
Perhaps I’m just an aged fool,
Smitten by her beauty,
But should I take a chance and swap
My world for Tooty Fruity?
Roland's Ragbag 