Like rain on a summer’s afternoon,

A sexual climax that comes too soon,

The morning post that brings only bills,

Excluded from both parents' wills.

You're my disappointment. 

 

Like a hotel room with a brick-wall view,

A pint of beer with an inferior brew,

A firework that's a dampish squib,

A left-handed pen with a right-handed nib,

You're my disappointment. 

 

Like a sincere hope that's lost in hell, 

A poker face with a hand full of tells,

a waterbed complete with holes,

Ninety soccer minutes with no scored goals.

You're my disappointment.  

 

Like a gigolo, you never want to meet,

An Irish dancer with two left feet,

A memory that's lost all relevance,

Alcohol that considers abstinence,

You're my disappointment. 

 

No longer are we together 

No longer: We thought we'd be forever

No longer am I a fly in the ointment

No longer am I her life’s disappointment