The Old Saga Tree

Under that old saga tree,
With seeds of precious red,
We began our infidelity
And kept it quiet instead.

Growing ever the closer,
With vines of tangled twine,
We kissed till we had ulcers
And sipped on sensuous wine.

In sunlight we blossomed,
In moonlight we sparkled.
We pledged to stay together,
Braving bouts of bad weather.

Soon we approached fruition,
We were coming to a close!
It started off with some tuition,
Was watered with devotion,
Nourished with some emotion
And trimmed with reciprocation.

But...

Under that old saga tree,
With seeds of precious red,
We never began our infidelity
Going our separate ways instead.

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Feeling rather $@(*&$^ up about the promos to... Welcome to Our Frequency - Parking Lot Pimp