Not Worth It /Part II

"O Stacy, my Stacy, will you complete my heart, I would grace you will flowers and candy and tell you that your smart"
My stalker sings at the top of his very lungs, I roll my eye and close the blinds, hoping that it would drown him out, yet he still sings a melody and I wish that I was deaf, I slap my head and say over and over again "why O why me!"
After hours of none stop sonneting Ive finally had enough, I open the blinds and to his surprise, its a shot gun that I do hold, he halts his song and swallows hard, pacing foot to foot, I smile sweetly as he feels uneasy, as he sees the gun aimed at himself, I pull back the hammer and he begins to scrammer. tripping only once, I pepper him when he turns around and grins, wishing my a fair night, I only missed, and that was his one lucky chance, because I forgot to change the porch light bulb, but as he sonneted from his far away place, I made out my to do list for the next day, it was listed like this, the way I knew best
Buy milk, cheese, shotgun shells, light bulbs, and pick up dinner.