A promise broken next a promise kept
Ive read your mind and mood theres much amiss
O friend I know exactly why youve wept
You catch a snook of nose a plant of kiss
Ive never heard her harp on folk in diss
Youre cultivated friend youre not half bad
Your company on odd occasion bliss
Your casual candour swings her sad or glad
Your monologues annoy her make her mad
You never see outside yourself a soul
Above one level lives the bigger cad
You peddle funnier childish rigmarole
Theres nil at stake she says its hohum harm
You love to sideeye ladies limit qualm
Chorus harm injury trauma
