I wrote some verse
In front of you:
A disrespectful
Thing to do.
I could have chose
To sing or speak,
But chose to write,
Perverse and meek.
I thrust a pen
Into my heart;
Did not invite you
to take part.
That sort of thing
Will make a mess:
Hid at the time,
But now confessed.
I had a reason
to conceal:
A mess may bother
if revealed.
So please forgive me,
Dames and Gents,
For insult given,
But not meant.
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