"Seven days" was all she wrote
When I thought the field had cleared
It seems another suit appeared
To challenge me, woe is me
Though I hate to make a choice
My options are decreasing
I don't think she'd bluff this time
I really have to make her mine
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
Friday'd give me time, Saturday could wait
The fact he's over six feet ten
Might instill fear in other men
But not in me, The Mighty Flea (flee?)
The mirror squeaked, away I ran
He'll murder me in time for his tea
My rival is Neanderthal it
We won't be playing scrabble
Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
Wednesday would be fine, Thursday's
Seven days will quickly go
The fact remains, I love her so
Do I have to tell a story
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends