April is tryin' to cook in the kitchen;

by golly, all he's doin' is bitchin'.

Horhay has always been a stickler;

will he remain forever a bachelor?

Her long hair gets all over the bathroom;

hairspray too, now he's ready to fume.

Her snoring guarantees his broken slumber;

now he's cranky, is it any wonder?

She's a sweetheart and he surely knows it;

it's either the writer's desk or love's summit.

What to do, she also needs her space;

a two-bedroom condo with a lot of grace.

He goes to bed early, she goes to bed late;

cohabitation of this sort becomes just second-rate.

Values and propensities must be one and the same;

mutual respect, gleaning infallible acclaim.

Horhay knows April's going through a transition;

the best he could do, it's part of life's mission.

She's getting her own place, take it from there;

after all the fussin', most issues solved with prayer.

April is tryin' to keep on strivin';

Horhay's persnickety, can you just imagine?

When you seek your mate don't skip the dating scene;

watch for red flags, you'll be able to perceive the unforeseen.