Classic Poem

You are a Torchlight Rally, Susan! Flare!
I'll be your Given Point, my Torchlight Dame ...
Do you pass by me, crowned with fiery fame,
And you will keep me happy sitting there
Unto eternity, to watch your glare!
I am a Bug! I am your Moth for flame!
Pete Pyromania is my middle name —
Gosh-ding it, Sue, I like your kind of hair!

Ah, Twenty-three! that fateful number cursed
My third-and-twentieth marriage from the first!
Scarce were the orange blossoms off her when
I found those blossoms had concealed a wen ...
Ah, twenty-three! In my rough, kindly way
I played the surgeon, Susan ... Welladay!