My Funny Valentine

At the drop of a hat,

I fled, leaving no sign,

And took no advice;

Your guess was as good as mine.

I'll never be a bag of bones,

My sorrows won't be drenched in wine,

Happy with my soup of poems,

Those somber days I've put behind.

Since I left,

I've been more than fine,

But I'll tell you to,

Not to trust your funny grapevine.

You did me wrong when I wished you well,

Yet I kept the tokens of love that had lost their shine,

But don’t call me if you're reminded of me,

When you listen to My Funny Valentine.