Every time he came, crawling back, against your better sense, you’d, always let him in! Every time he came, crawling back, he’d, looked for that soft place to land, ‘cuz he’d, bumped into the world too hard, and got, one too many, “boo-boos”! And, just like a GOOD mama does FOR her BABY boys: you’d, kissed HIM on his “boo-boo”, to make it, all better!
Every time he came, crawling back, you’d, always, opened up the door, soon as you heard his, footsteps approaching, and he didn’t even have to knock first. Every time he came, crawling back, you’d, opened your arms in warm welcome…
begging for forgiveness here! Photo from online
Every time he came, crawling back, he knew, just what to bring you, a dozen dozen long-stem red roses (that’s a total of 144!), that box of, sweets (caramels, chocolates, and whatever else there may be???), to apologize for what he’d, done wrong.
Every time he came crawling back, you’d, whispered underneath your breaths: never again! And yet, the next time he came crawling back, you’ll, let him back in, just the same, wouldn’t you??? Of course you would, as he knew your, soft spot and, he’d, played you, like that fiddle on a string!
And you still don’t have a single clue? Wow, are you stupid, or are you just, plain, D-U-M-B here, woman!!!
this, is what you need! illustration from online