I'm sorry 4 not covering
U when it's stormy;
4 some stupid reason
I think it's corny.
I'm sorry 4 the way
I laugh and the way I joke;
I know that's the cause of your last stroke.
I'm sorry 4 not picking U up
when U fall
and not being there 4 U at all.
I'm sorry 4 trashing your work
I know I'm a pompous ass and a real jerk.
I know my apologies as well as my rhyme
are honestly not worth a dime;
but what else is there left to say
accept--
I'll love till your hairs turn grey.
