He sharpened his tongue before he came I had ears shielded with understanding Innocently I had follied, too horizontal He was vertically vexed I was rehearsed, tail tucked, eyes downcast He was ready to prompt me, with poignant pauses I knew my lines and I meant to mean every word I cannot act to save my life When it was done I let him own his smugness And I made promises I would try and keep.