And it was hunting season again,
To his delight his search wasn’t in vain.
He found Selina who left him cryptic clues,
He used to do her in the bathroom and loos.

He then met Kate near halfway point,
He tried to tell her and to get her annoint.
She was by far under the blues,
She failed to recognise all his clues.

That is when hell let lose,
He ran amok to assuage his blues.
That was when he met the twins,
They were by far both virgins.

They used to play him in the bar,
They thought him to be quite a star.
All was well till one fateful day,
He one by one took their roses away.

The first came Roxanne and how she cried,
The blood that flowed from here never dried.
For her heart got pierced by the wanting sword,
And she became a showgirl and hit the road.

The next was Joanne, the opposite of Roxanne,
She was cute and never touched by a man.
She gave up her rose to and some strange man,
She cried and cried and then to death’s door ran.

And when he called the twins again,
He learnt the truth of life on fastlane.
He had by far made one a pornstar,
And got another killed by a fast car.

How he wept on that fateful Thursday,
The skies around went dull and grey.
He then called his favourite his little Kate,
To cry on her shoulder and for the last time mate.

He told her was going on a holiday,
Starting from the coming Sunday.
He sobbed and told her cryptically,
And it gave rise to the Land of Mystery.

He sent her a message when he came back,
Hoping to set things right and back on track.
She then asked him would you like to meet,
And his heart then skipped a beat.

He hadn’t realised he was still her star,
The one she spoke to in his car.
The one whom he tried so hard to scare,
Stood by him beyond compare.

She then asked him out to lunch,
Hoping to with him have a munch.
He by far had other plans,
But he forgot her memory spans.