High hopes that summer of '09 would start
With one great smashing party, but a pith
To my poor fragile ego and my heart
Occurred on my arrival. Look! My ex,
For whom I real'ize I still bear a torch
Is here with his young wife! Oh so complex
Is my reaction. I hide on the porch,
E'en ere the rain and hail starts to occur.
I break, too, my resolve now to abstain
From liquor. Oh, it's fine; I have met her
And seen him before now. Yet there is pain.
But weather drove the sissies home to hide
And I stayed with my good friends. I abide!