An experienced mechanic called Hannah
Went around wielding a spanner,
It arrived in my works
As my amours she shirked
And so I decided to can her.
Charlotte used to be top of my list
Till she said “I’m a psycho-analyst”
At this I got worried
So away I scurried
“I’ve pigeon-holed you now” she hissed.
A girl, disappointing, called Charlotte
I found was a bit of a harlot.
With all boys she would flirt
Which caused such great hurt
That in anger extreme I turned scarlet.
A fussy girl called Caroline
I took to the restaurant to dine.
To the food she said “No,
Escargots don’t go,
And you know that I don’t drink white wine.”
A dangerous girlfriend called Stephanie
Very nearly became quite the death of me.
Near high cliffs we walked
But behind me she stalked
And pushed me to try to get rid of me.
I met flaming red head Rebecca
Up top a London double-decker.
She came on too keen
So I rushed from the scene
I sensed she was a love-life wrecker.
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