Within a week of asking her out,
He spoke to me twice as much.
Then he sent a note with chocolate,
Saying he's fallen for another girl.
I’ll write back, with a bottle of vanilla extract,
And say:
I am not your back up,
Your trump card,
Or Your booby prize.
Best of luck to your relationship,
You'll be needing luck when she dumps you
for the next one.
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