Misplaced Trust Poem by Belle Wassermeister
Misplaced Trust
There was an old scoundrel named Bri
who I thought was a pretty good guy,
but to his great shame
he called me a name,
and I never could figure out why.
Bri, I know it was hard for you do at least do this much, and after much pondering I NOW accept your humble apology. You are forgiven.
I'm so sorry your feelings were hurt. Limericks are a poetry form that I still struggle with. Yours is quite well wrought.
I'm sorry. Some people can be insensitive at times. Your limerick is very well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 7:48:55 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
You GUESS you are sorry, Bri? You have to do better than that. How about a sincere, heartfelt apology? And by the way, you were not the least bit funny.