DYING FOR IT

br /> "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd">

"I'm dying for it," he said,
"Will you give it to me?"
"No flaming chance," she replied,
"So just dream on, honey."

"Oh, come on," he continued,
"Please, don't behave like that.
I've not had it in ages."
She laughed, "Is that a fact?"

"Yes," he replied, painfully,
"So I am in great need."
She shook her head mockingly,
"Oh dear, how my heart bleeds."

He said, "That is so selfish;
When I really want it!"
"I can't say I care," she said,
"So go elsewhere, you twit."

He sighed, "But I just want your-"
She stopped him, "Yes, I know.
How many times must I say;
The answer's flaming no."

"What if I paid you for it?"
She huffed, "I don't think so."
"Oh, keep your Dairy Milk then,
I'll have a nice Aero."

8 April 2002