She liked to say she was built to be angular
She teased her hair until it looked somewhat triangular
And all the while they both were using a clever alias
In the hopes of being overlooked
By the uncultured masses
They had their passage booked
On a ship that disregarded compasses
He thought her look was rather mysterious
He thought it made her look a bit serious
Everything else was simply extraneous
Yeah, he was easily hooked
Worse than a fish swimming in molasses
His goose was overcooked
But he weighed the risk of his chances
And just like millions of poor, dumb souls before him
He went for it
And lost
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