As I gazed upon naught, but beauty in her I was rejected! No flattery, no wealth or turn of phrased loosened that prude mind and tight skirt!
Then miracle and genius stole me! There I spied upon sweet lady's skirts a flea! A sufferer of basorexia much like myself! yet he succeeds where I stand as close to failure! Deftly I incur milady's attention to our sanguine companion and his gift to our needed union.
This insect is able to join us, my lady and I, so why is it that we cannot freely make this decision ourselves? Marriage be forsake! the mixing of precious iron is more than a simple oath! This flea is a consummation of ourselves, I press upon her. This flea contains the essence of myself so completely that to destroy and render said pest would defile I and herself!
Alast! She did prick its fragile body, and bloody tear appered and she though my parley defenestrated. Though, I continue, It is but a simple flea! Why is this poor creature subject to such a cruel fate! For where in does its guilt lie? Where is the fault in its noble and natural pursuit? Please, I concluded to her, do not let such a sacrifice be wasted for what is done has been done, and is well with the world and posed by nature not man.
