Anne Of The Thousand Days

The morning was wet

I wore your jacket

I walked your dog

To go get coffee

Where I ran into

Your last girlfriend

And we said hello

She didn’t like me

I didn’t care

I reeked and glowed

I was smug and tan

You were Henry the VIII

Off with her head

She had to go

Anne of the thousand days

They go by fast Anne

Those thousand days

Anne of the thousand days

The ink was still wet

On your love letters

I should’ve known

I wouldn’t last long

And I’m sorry I broke

Into your email

But I had to know

There was the one

From Colorado

She thanked you for

The kissing and dancing

But you hate to dance

Off with her head

She had to go

Then there was the one

Who lived in Boston

And you swore to our friends

There was no connection

But her back launched you to

Your next invention

Then she had to go