CASE OF COMPLETE IRONY
Thy face ignites anger,
troubled rather by my hanger,
thirsty and parhaps clumsy I might,
but all in all I blame the night.
It is of I alone,
what the knife,
a case of complete irony,
I plead guilty shame on me.
For I have sinned I beg for judgement,
since knife has fallen on the mellon,
is its trangretion hidden by ointment,
then blame the night just on me.
I ask for this brave act,
my honour be restored by my act,
my hand let then get soiled ,
for my vow got me sold.
troubled rather by my hanger,
thirsty and parhaps clumsy I might,
but all in all I blame the night.
It is of I alone,
what the knife,
a case of complete irony,
I plead guilty shame on me.
For I have sinned I beg for judgement,
since knife has fallen on the mellon,
is its trangretion hidden by ointment,
then blame the night just on me.
I ask for this brave act,
my honour be restored by my act,
my hand let then get soiled ,
for my vow got me sold.