All’s Well That Ends Well

His femme pro temps was a femme fatale, she,

Who worked his worth until worthless was he;

Said she in a tone that baited seductively,

"I'll pay you back in love if you will wait here for me."

He remained, you see, for that enchantress, his she,

And bided his time for that temptress, did he;

But the calendar pages turned unrelentingly,

His years sans wages compounding cumulatively.

Then lo! and behold, the villainess returned fundless,

Having taken and lost his hard-earned abundance.

And she asked for some more, if you can believe it,

So he reached in his pocket, therefore, to retrieve it.

He was crumpled and wizened but all the more wiser

Pretended to fawn, but did, he, despise her;

He found the papers under legal purview

And retrieved, did he for her, the bill that was due.

She grumbled and seethed and reached in her purse

Too humbled, was he, to ride in a hearse

She thought she had trumped him, but he outgunned her, moribundly

And now he's made it all back with a comeback GoFundMe.