Oh, Tuffnar once worshipped a maiden so bright,
He sang her his love through the day and the night,
But yearning too deep led to swift, bitter plight.

Oh, Tuffnar the Cucked! Heavy and slow,
Waddling in sorrow, with nowhere to go,
Lost in his fury, yet none care to know.

He begged to return, on knees thick and round,
But laughter arose—he fell to the ground,
Rolling in shame as they mocked him all 'round.

Now trapped in his hovel, he seethes all alone,
Hundreds of letters he’s fevered and thrown,
Unread and forgotten, like dust over stone.

Oh, Tuffnar the Cucked! Heavy and wide,
Jiggling in fury, yet cast to the side,
Still writing her name with tears in his eyes.