The A in DNA stands for apology.
White people will give a pass to astrology
But not to that.
That confuses me because I love a good sorry;
I’m a contrition addict, and sometimes my sorries
Contradict their surroundings.
I apologise for emails
Both pragmatic and necessary.
And I apologise to 4×4 drivers
When I semi-run on zebra skins.
Oh, sorry: the DN stands for Deoxyribonucleic.
The child says That post box is red.
The student exclaims, ‘That post box is blood-red.’
The school-poet suggests That post box is blushing scarlet.
The braggart asserts That post box is red as a step-daddy striking mother in a whiskey cloud.
The writer says that post box is red.
I plan to preserve youth by cyclically dating 22-year-olds
I think it will be easy because they are all
People beat me over the head with their
And then, with an equal and opposite
I beat them with mine.
He liked Keats, Shelley, and Lord Byron;
That bought him credit with Chiron:
The ferryman proved a most frightful Romantic
And bumped up his Styx ply to a cruise transatlantic.