I like how these turned out, so I'm resharing them here. 
The music that produces symphony,
That paints for me quite deliberately,
Like a dove,
Makes me love,
How dearly I appreciate the epiphany.
All of this is not coincidence,
The world knows our significance,
We're meant to be,
Everyone can see,
Our meeting is serendipitous.
There was a man cleaning his glock,
As he stood next to a grandfather clock,
He heard the chime,
Got startled by time,
Then completely shot off his cock.
Cara is a sleeveen lass,
Thinks she's really feckin class,
Got really bold,
Stole my gold,
Gobshite really thought she's gas.
The music that produces symphony,
That paints for me quite deliberately,
Like a dove,
Makes me love,
How dearly I appreciate the epiphany.
All of this is not coincidence,
The world knows our significance,
We're meant to be,
Everyone can see,
Our meeting is serendipitous.
There was a man cleaning his glock,
As he stood next to a grandfather clock,
He heard the chime,
Got startled by time,
Then completely shot off his cock.
Cara is a sleeveen lass,
Thinks she's really feckin class,
Got really bold,
Stole my gold,
Gobshite really thought she's gas.
