“There is nothing more we can do for you,

go home and settle your affairs.”

I only had one affair,

with an elegant Irish beauty,

who glowed

with an enigmatic smile

and the green

of the Emerald Isle in her eyes,

that must have been lit

by underground torches.

With voluptuous bosoms,

and hair as black

as bituminous coal

cascading down her derriere,

I loved every inch of her.

She left me for another.

I never recovered.

It’s settled.