All's fair in love

He struggled to kiss her. She struggled the same
 To prevent him, so bold and undaunted;
 But as smitten by lightning he heard her exclaim,
 "Avaunt, sir!" and off he avaunted.

But when he returned with the fiendishest laugh,
 Showing clearly that he was affronted,
And threatened by main force to carry her off,
 She cried "Don't!" and the poor fellow don'ted.

When he meekly approached, and sat down at her feet,
 Praying aloud, as before he had ranted,
That she would forgive him and try to be sweet,
 And said "Can't you!" the dear girl recanted.

Then softly he whispered, "How could you do so?
 I certainly thought I was jilted;
 But come thou with me, to the preacher we'll go;
 Say wilt thou, my dear?" and she wilted.

 -V. H. Freeman