The Ballad of the Broken-Up Buffoon
I thought our love was a fairy tale,
But oh, how quickly dreams derail.
You said, "It's not you, it's me," so wise,
But your new boyfriend looks like a bag of fries.
You took the cat, the couch, the toaster, too,
Even the Netflix password—how could you?
I sit here now in my bachelor’s den,
Eating instant noodles again and again.
Your friends all cheer, "You’re better apart!"
But they never saw me fold napkins into art.
I was a catch, a gem, a knight so bold,
But now I’m just a guy who’s slightly cold.
I sent you a text, a plea, a rhyme,
You left me on read—oh, what a crime!
I begged, I groveled, I even made pie,
But all you replied was a curt “Goodbye.”
So here I am, a jester in despair,
With mismatched socks and unkempt hair.
Yet one thing’s true, through all the strife,
I’m free now, darling—this is my life!
I’ll hit the gym, I’ll dance and sing,
I’ll buy a parrot and teach it to fling
Sassy remarks at anyone who stares—
Freedom’s a party, and I’m pulling chairs!
So farewell to you and your sour frown,
I’m swapping heartbreak for a disco crown.
You may have left, but guess who’s back?
It’s me, your ex—the king of the comeback!
I thought our love was a fairy tale,
But oh, how quickly dreams derail.
You said, "It's not you, it's me," so wise,
But your new boyfriend looks like a bag of fries.
You took the cat, the couch, the toaster, too,
Even the Netflix password—how could you?
I sit here now in my bachelor’s den,
Eating instant noodles again and again.
Your friends all cheer, "You’re better apart!"
But they never saw me fold napkins into art.
I was a catch, a gem, a knight so bold,
But now I’m just a guy who’s slightly cold.
I sent you a text, a plea, a rhyme,
You left me on read—oh, what a crime!
I begged, I groveled, I even made pie,
But all you replied was a curt “Goodbye.”
So here I am, a jester in despair,
With mismatched socks and unkempt hair.
Yet one thing’s true, through all the strife,
I’m free now, darling—this is my life!
I’ll hit the gym, I’ll dance and sing,
I’ll buy a parrot and teach it to fling
Sassy remarks at anyone who stares—
Freedom’s a party, and I’m pulling chairs!
So farewell to you and your sour frown,
I’m swapping heartbreak for a disco crown.
You may have left, but guess who’s back?
It’s me, your ex—the king of the comeback!
