She dated her hare They lay their hearts a-bare He writes, in rush With Michelangelo brush On easel with no inch to spare. But, shrieking with a shatter, Her cup goes splitter-splatter. The clumsy cursed That lovely versed Now latte's on the latter. To Venice on carrot stick, A charmed Gondola trick. On Grande-Canal Sing lover's chorale And guitars played double quick. But the night was getting late, His lyre induced headache. His heart-cloying His voice-annoying Arrivaderci, date.