Here's to the Puppet Show

Sorry I'm late, got held up
(at gunpoint).

Her personality

always tried to shoot me down.

That's the sound of my past

(always a dangerous trend).

So don't kiss me, unless you mean it.

Three twenty-three a.m. and thirteen seconds...

(a time remembered most).

That began my falling, over her.

Carried along with purse, was a temper

(like the forefront of a minefield).

Ready to go off at any given time.

Well I like you, but could go off you

(so I did five times before it stuck).

That's why five is still my favorite number

after all these years.

Cheers!