Be Reserved and Fame Deserved

You’d moved round and it wasn’t A Catwalk And your bare back arched and I didn’t talk The worst vomiting and I didn’t sulk And at me, missiles fired to baulk But tell me if I did yell or baulk? A right you have to strip body bare But I will see nothing of The Rare, Always self lending to abhorred boasts While you aren’t a sought subject of toasts … Those who are after fame not deserved Shall a way find to be just reserved.