Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures.
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs in the o-o-orange tree.
Yes, the circle shape is quite renowned
But sad to say it can be found
In the lowdown, dirty run-around
My true love gave to me
Yes, my true love gave to me.
Completely square is the velvet box he said my ring would be in.
Completely square was the envelope he said good-bye to me in.
Completely square was the handkerchief I flourish constantly
As it dries my eyes of the tears I've shed,
And blow my nose which turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love's head.
He will not marry me, no
He will not marry me.
Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through.
Rectangular is the transom over which I had to peek through.
Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and
Rectangular is the wooden box
Where lies my love ‘neath the golden phlox
They say he died of the chicken pox.
In part I must agree;
One chick too many had he.
Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow.
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow.
Triangular the relationship which now has ceased to be.
And triangular is the garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win.
It's a lasting memory
That my true love gave to me.

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