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.