I've heard the last of
That's a definite
My love and her glove
Are not a good fit.

She tried it on for size
Not too loose or snug
Would have got first prize
Our chance, she unplugged.

I've heard the last of
That's a definite
My love and her glove
Are not a good fit.

She has herself convinced
That's good enough for me
Too long it's been since
For her sedentary.

We're along those lines
Quite remarkable
She's seen all the signs
And intangibles.

I've heard the last of
That's a definite
My love and her glove
Are not a good fit.

Now has me, like her, fooled
Thinks, it'd never work
Not till now over-ruled
Fact not tried, soul irks.

I've heard the last of
That's a definite
My love and her glove
Are not a good fit.

Who has final word?
The last straw severs
Could it be what I heard?
She saw letters match numbers. ( 8+8+5=21)

Guess not heard last of
Could be infinite
My love and her glove
Could yet be good fit.

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