Ulysses His Name!! *****

Ulysses his name...

Right, off his trolley, was he!
Befriending, this bird named
Holly...
Easily they talked, pretty much
Through the evening, late night
Calling, her a bird, of the night
Always, staying up late, writing...
Pretty soon he got tired, of her
Excessive, writing...
Even though, she warned him
That an awful, lot did she, write.
And so, time passed fast, really fast
Before, you knew a year was up.
And writing, she didn't stop
She told him, such a lot...
He too shared, his thoughts his, probs
But tired, quickly he got...
She just, wouldn't shut up!
Everything under, the sun jabbering
If only he could, turn her off,
Bliss!
They shared, their work whilst
She favourable commented on his
Whilst bugger, all came her way...
He favoured her not at all.
Much preferring,
Common blond, bombshells!!...
That's not what she, was about
Just a friend, to talk,
Share, their thoughts, their work...
By her work, impressed he was, not
Too long, her poems, too many words
An imagination had, she!
Her, words can be, devilish hot naughty,
Not that she experienced, such a lot
Something, missing in her life,
Curiosity killed, the cat...
Curious was, she in how others, lived,
How life was, supposed to be...
Married young, one love through her, life
But ignorant, she was not...
Very open was she was she looking for something,
wondering!
Just, someone to share, thoughts
But was, she was after he!
Just, finding out how others, lived
She really did like he!
Tiresome her, curiosity became
Her words, she filtered not...
Question, after question,
Taking advantage, not of he,
Uncommunicative, he became
Things changed, irrevocably
She does miss him!
I guess goodbye, she must say
Or, silly he may think, she'll be!!...
Once, someone question, me about, he
She thought my, woes, transpired from he
I knew, not what she was, about
Saying, my troubles have nought with, he!
Just family...
Wonder, why she thought, thus
He hardly said a word, to me...
Unless she herself is involved, with, he!!
Very unpleasant was she move on, telling me
She liked, he!...
You're, very welcome to him,
He's nought to do with me!
Wonder, why he has nought, to say,
But she misses he!