Might you please be my lever,
If I were too clever?
Might you clean, knock me off of my horse?

Might you promise to tell,
Or simply say, "What the hell?"
If I diverged, as a matter of course?

Might you keep me in check,
If my line loses tack?
And remember the all that I've been?

But still pass me a note,
To keep me afloat,
That reads, "It's ok, luv,
You're still learning to swim"?