The aerial dimensions
Of my partner's great pretensions
Put plainly, are the biggest load of rot -
But it's our silly season
And I can't find a reason
For cooling down or even turning hot.
Yet we must expend exertion
To end this mad diversion
Or tie ourselves in one great Gordian knot.
Should we take love as we find it,
Unbend it and unwind it,
Let it go, or bind it hand and foot -
Then lose ourselves - or risk losing the plot?