“I cannot say what I wrote
Was ripe for mass consumption.
In fact, I’d say that every bloke
Has that one friend with gumption.
It now appears as per tradition
That we are due for an adventure.
As we await all admonitions
‘Gainst our prefecture,
To some degree we gather round
Like several ribald knights
Knowing that any sound
We would faint in fright.”
“Do you mock our pedigree
And at it laugh with glee?
How is it you cannot see
How you have caused a sea
Of sorrows overflowing?
Why you are not showing
Remorse of any kind to others—
Even errant brothers?
Have you forgot your bloodline,
Which descended from the Divine?
Like fine wine overflowing,
You are trouble-showing,
Causing me and mine to worry
That some storied allegory
Might be true for you,
Which would also mean my boo,
Your boo and the boo of us,
Whether or not we fuss,
Discuss we must.”
“You get a plus in ‘dangerous’.”
But not so in ‘judicious,’
Where you showed the need for progress
—the opposite of regress.
I stress the only answer:
‘One cannot veg a healthy panther.’
I know that hypothetically…
But in troth, it’s but a spree.
Let me call up Doctor Vermo.
He’s been known to ‘splain it straight, yo.
If you really wanna know.
Yo.”