an attempt at a sonnet of botched-up romance

              Bernice was a big Yankee fan for life

          Though Stanley he couldn’t stand sports at all.

                He got gussied up all prim and proper

And she wore bermuda shorts day and night

            She was such a radical left wing chick

           And he, alas, was that far on the right.

   She ate only macrobiotic style

And he wanted  a well-rounded diet.

She, a country girl, lived on a large farm.

And he was a die hard city slicker.

She listened all day to the Grateful Dead

But he wanted a Mozart concerto.

Alas their romance didn’t quite work out.

Hard though I try I shall never know why.

          http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/third-rate-romance/

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