Paikin's Song

Such Words Of Yours

Such words of yours
They be to me
The slapping of my face
And you but know
I take me not
No slappings well

So now I ask of you
To sorry say
And I'll let it drop
For we are friends
And have us been
For years as since
We met us when

I'd do it if I could
For no wish have I
To fight you now
Or ever at all
But no indeed
You have a need
To sorry say yourself
And then as then
This'll be done
And we'll bury him
As so he deserves

No I'll not as do
The making sorry to you
For this is not the when
Of the properly polite
But is instead
A cold prison cold
Or had you forgotten this
Since you so ably adapt
To your wherever

Say what you mean
Dear Sopadin good
For I'm not clear
On what you mean right now

Charles Petrie