Once during those days when I was yet a teen
I chose to be purposefully mean
Sitting face to face with an important man
I behaved as badly as a confused hen
If I did open my mouth
It was only to say filth
Stony, I bid my soul to tell him
I shall not speak, even if it goes against your whim!
Enraged, he had me disgraced
Angered, he had me not embraced
Rather, on that day, I saw thunder
Coming from the eyes of this leader!
O wishful verse, thou art an ode to my memory
Here goes to my account for loving to do the crazy!>