Rest assured, my dear good Sir,
Your best intentions do infer
That what is natural for me
Could be, in fact, catastrophe!
That dribbling words, pedantically,
In stifled rhyme so frantically....?
Perhaps inhibits from the heart,
Perhaps detracts right from the start??
Perhaps defers the living song
Delivering what's rightly...Wrong!

If so... I humbly beg your grace
Emphatically deny deface,
Emphatically should state anew
That what's good for me's no good for you!
Tuff, but that's the way it runs
For I, friend, must stick to my guns!
Rhyme and rhythm pave my way
Without which...I would have no say.

With love...
M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ