The giraffe with poor self-esteem: A Limerick, of sorts

There once was a giraffe named Jack
Who had to hide is desires out back
He went far away
And did not come to play
Until he was painted black

lights out for love

An emotion you cannot ignore
(Though you may have been foolish before)
When love comes a'calling
They say it's like falling,
And, my friend, you have just hit the floor.

There's something about love that stills
All tedium that normally kills.
And as you happen to be
in your great ecstasy
You've forgotten to pay all your bills.

Yes, being in love's made you dense
To a rather important expense,
But you think it's a lark
as you kiss in the dark,
"This warm feeling, it doth recompense."