Ms. Ketchup had a theory.   No one could answer that query.   What would it take to break her heart?   Men come unglued, hearts fall apart.      While she was searching for a holy love   into the mud she dropped her glove.   It’s not the mud that gets glovier.   Curse the poor boy that keeps on loving her.      She’d seen loves microscopic   Melted in your pocket    Forgotten like a bar of chocolate   Monotonous, bored to tears and worse      Mouths stuck hungrily together   Puzzle pieces locked forever   Jettisoned up to the stars   Close to god but no cigar      Once the stone and now the glass   This arsonist must now confess   Love and beauty in my defense   For 30 days siege was laid   Children wept and women wailed   Then they put the city to the flame.      Forgotten like a bar of chocolate   Monotonous, bored to tears and worse