C is confused, so a little complex I mean, one moment it’s top of the range glowing in the hierarchy of vitamins but next it’s a little abashed and low in a student’s report card – you know, C is not as good as an A And so can you blame C for its mood swings? Its agony continues: one instant C is Calm, in another it’s a Curse
And you know it also feels a little wanting a little under-stretched, not fulfilled like not being able to complete all the stretching exercises its fitness trainer metes out “O, if only I could be a little more yogic,” C intones “I’d be as composed as an O” - but O no, that’s not to be
And don’t you start on the indignant possibilities of the letter C, for C has always aspired you see to be genteel, cultured and debonair and curls with disgust if the uncouth should use the letter to refer to any body parts, be it that of male or of female So, dear mortals, C should be left in celestial spheres
And so, in conclusion, one Commandment I give unto you: *Never drag C to ****** shallows