Ruth-Less

During my formative years,

I knew a girl called Ruth,

The fun we had, as a young lad,

I was often on the hoof,

But as the years they disappeared,

She became somewhat more mean,

In fact it scared me quite a lot,

It was too close to obscene,

I left the girl and I felt bad,

But she made my head a mess,

But at least my life was easier,

When I became Ruth-less.

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