A poem inspired by Lord Byron

Unlike Byron I can still go a roving

Unconcerned as to whether the heart is loving

Or just foolhardy,taking to many chances

A consequence of reading X-rated romances



I have no idea if the moon is bright

Here in this highrise 13 stories high

No swords are involved which is basically good

Otherwise mister, I might spill your blood



I doubt if my heart will outwear my breast

Although this situation is hardly a test

Your lack of passion is pathetic,ironic

Guess I will keep searching for someone Byronic