Never apologise; there is a world of other woes
That do not take the time to say sorry.
It is just a waste of time; almost any crime
Will be forgotten like the end of a childhood story.
That said, I’m obliged to remark
If you don’t replace my possessions,
Upon your backside my foot will be parked
Your posterior recipient to my frustrations.
As I am releasing the ‘Tempus Fugit’ poems on the ‘traditional’ release days of M/W/F, here is a Thursday comic poem. It’s not that funny, but it breaks up the rather dry poetry about time. As a point of interest, is that a good idea, in your opinions?
The Hapless Neo-Romantic