Apologies To Deb M

I need to apologise, To sweet Deb M, In my poem about vegemite, I showed my age again. As I have mentioned many times, I am 84, I can see the old folk's home, Opening it's doors, To welcome this old duck in Because, of course, this ancient one, Has committed another sin, I said I was a Viking, Instead of a vixen, It rhymed with Viking So much for my diction, I was a Viking throughout the rhyme, you see, Although a Grey wolf Vixen Is what I'd rather be, Grey wolf Vixens are elegant, My fellow Vixens, Only do what's relevant, Waving our flag gaily in the air, Advertising Vegemite, They wanted Marmite banned there, The elegant Vixen ate her vegemite from a spoon, Only one tasty teaspoon made this old Vixen swoon. P S Well, sweet Deb M, I trust this is to your liking, I am, a grey old, Vixen, Not a crazy ancient Viking.