Autumn!

We met one day, a trivial affair, which set my mind to thinking.

We spoke again, my soul laid bare, and started my heart a'drinking.

This girl I met, a bonnie lass, was fair in looks and grace.

This lass I know, made me an ass, my heart would trip then race.

We grew together, at least I thought, with love and with cheer.

As time went on, it seemed to me, that some things kenned toward queer.

She made me laugh, she made me cry, it seemed with her fickle whim.

Little did I know, that sparkle in her eye, was not for me but him...

So to be concise, she threw me out, like the trash I am. Who am I, to think this high?

To think I had a chance...