A Reader Didn'T Like What I Wrote

A Reader Didn't Like What I Wrote By Elton Camp So you didn't like the things I wrote And you called me an old billy goat It really comes as a considerable surprise That yourself you were able to recognize To your faults I'd decided you were blind And thought everything you did was fine So you characterize me as one stinking Because I said what others were thinking The facts you greatly prefer always to hide For truth is a virtue that you can't abide Nevertheless, I most humbly do take back Whatever ideas you would have me retract It's better in ignorance that you rove about Than that I should dare try to help you out But this statement, real sincerity does lack For my fingers are crossed behind my back Thanks for letting me learn what does offend You can be certain that I will soon do it again