It seems he was in love.
Every letter of every word...

Hibernating Harry said "I'll never...
Slept away six months every year...

Ignored, neglected, the wedding cake's long...
When into her life I clumsily stumbled...

Tickle my smile with those long auburn tresses,
Tickle my fancy with soft summer dresses...

The wise grafitti artist warned
"If you are reading this...

She gambled on another for happiness,
So I built myself a prison cell...

Dirty and flat,
Two bad pennies well spent...

Raucous Rooks and spluttering brooks
All tied up with spring...

I've never yet met her,
Not sure when I will...