An Emporium of Poetry

Excuses

In my foolish crudeness

I did not see

Could not attest

Please pardon my rudeness

It was not me

I was possessed

And please excuse my behaviour

At luncheon

The other day

I mistook it for my saviour

With a truncheon

Who just couldn't stay away

And as for my manners

Towards Mrs Huffton's pet

I so wish I could amend

And return all her spanners

But at least now you've met

My imaginary friend

Essentially,

I'll have to quit

Despite all the uses

Eventually

I'll have to admit

That these are all excuses