Sonnet 23 'When Everyone's Mad At Me, They'Ve Good Reason'
When everyone's mad at me, they've good reason!
Or do they? Oft, the reason, I cannot tell...
… I put the pan on, leaving it to season,
And burnt the oil, smoked up the house, as well?
(My brother tried to roast a whole ghost pepper
He cleared the house quite quickly, in that way!)
Sometimes, some people seem to want mind reading
Sometimes, their thoughts ne'er find the light of day!
Or do folk see my bad habits, quite clearly?
My Wife could see, and softly told me off,
When I was blind and held my faults quite dearly...
But sometimes, when my heart is in the trough,
I just need patience -- my Wife was Ne'er demanding!
O! For sweet softness, quiet understanding!
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