Excuse Me, Damsel Poem by John Sensele

Excuse damsels who refuse to fit a fuse
Enamoured with a device sworn to being nice
At the height of a ruse
Sprung up in the midst of a slice of lice

Which no matter the way the ruse spins its refuse
Can't in succession twice
Roll unfair dice
Succeed damsels to accuse

Of neglect elected to select a peck
That damsels it flatters
On the chest in jest on a long slender neck
Delivered, sealed and billed on silver platters
Engraved on damsels' hearts
Hoisted high within a die that rides on modern carts.