Oh Hercules
He lingered around,
Shadowing hard cement.
He figured he best leave,
then he heard her descent
Into rich waters of love,
caught her drowning down below.
Singing to up above,
her love surely glowed.
But his feeling much too great,
he could not wait.
He knew it to be fate,
But truly should wait.
But he cares not,
in midst of her number,
he declared his love, caught
redhanded, her incumbered.
Flustered, her eyes fluttered
Booting him into the gutters.
Hercules,
You fool.
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