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A poem, everyone, a poem!

So this girl I am seeing couldn't make any peach tarts. Being the presumptuous son of a gun that I am, I came with a poem from the point of view of the girl ;-)

O dear little peach tart,
You've played such a vital part,
In that life of mine so smart,
But now I am seeing an upstart,
Who happens to be pretty swart,
That means you have to depart.