There’s a girl I love, her name is Sue,
But there’s one small thing I just won’t do.
She begs and pleads, "Oh, tell me a tale!"
But I dodge her questions, my face goes pale.
“Once upon a—nope, can’t go on,”
I mutter quickly, and then I’m gone.
She wants a story of knights and quests,
But I’m just not built for these fanciful tests.
“I’m no bard, no poet, no spinner of lore,
I’d rather clean dishes or mop the floor!”
Sue rolls her eyes, and I know I’ve stalled,
But making up tales? I’m simply appalled.
“One about dragons?” she says with a grin,
But I scratch my head, where do I begin?
I’m not that guy who weaves dreams or flights,
I’ll cook you dinner, but no fairy-tale nights!
Still, she’s persistent, she won’t let it rest,
So I give it a shot (though I’m not at my best).
“Once there was a man who loved a girl...
And that’s the end, now let’s give it a whirl!”
She laughs and groans, “That story’s too short!”
But I grin and shrug, it’s my last resort.
So here’s the truth, as plain as can be,
I don’t tell tales—but she still loves me!
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