The Collector

John collected nails.
The ones he collected
He would sell.
Once he gave his collection
To the woman of his affection
Without any connections,
Ah!, but what the hell?

The woman of his desire,
Had a head of smoke and fire,
Took John's gift with grace
And laughed in John's face,
And said 'what a waste'.
John said, 'what the hell?'
And went back collecting nails.