Frank fell a point shy of candid,
his rotor spun turns less than tight.
His wedding ring finger disbanded,
Frank waltzed up Astaire in the night.
Frank, Louise watched with a band on.
His reckless deep art her delight.
Her quest for a man should she land one,
left Frank a thread short of bedight.
"Why, Frank", her sweet coo ever dovish,
"Come hither" she bid bond him tight.
Envisioning the light through her rubbish,
Frank vanished thin heir to the night.
"I wonder", he pondered in quandry,
"Why Louise fashions me such a sight?
In filth, I still roll after laundry??"
What he missed was her sweet oversight.
"I feel for you deeply, dear Franklin!
I yearn for our union apart.
In depths of still water thrive plankton
And you course as blood through my heart!"
"What say you? Odd reference, to - plankton?"
Louise, you're adrift and a daft!
Your crashing with wreck less abandon,
bids me cast off lines fore and aft."
"Oh Franklin, pray lash tight a line here
I'm worthy at least as a dock."
"Louise - if an anchor I'd need dear,
I'd settle for any old rock!"
So, Frank sailed a weigh anchor heave ho,
poor Louise watched him vanish from port.
Her heart as she saw Franklin leave though
couldn't beat the pain of Frank's love tort.