Excuses for Particular Uses
Pardon me, is that your toe
I just had nowhere else to go
Excuse me, ma’am, I lost my footing
That’s why your dress is full of pudding
Oh, so sorry, you must be furious
I only touched you ‘cos I’m curious
Sir, I really forgot how tomatoes squirt
‘Til I saw the mess on your shirt
And please forgive me 1,000 times over
I thought you’d love my pit bull, Rover
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