Were you crying that your spying
Had sought and caught me out?
Are you implying that I’m lying
As you try to scream and shout?
You’ve hinted that I cheated, and got heated
When I repeated that I’d not.
I’m defeated by the way you treated me
And left me seated on the spot.
It’s scary, so I’m chary and so wary
That you dare to tell me straight.
In no kind of scenario, am I a Lothario;
That’s clearly not my fate, mate.
I’m no braggadocio Pinocchio;
That just a joke, you know.
I stand aloof; it’s the truth.
You don’t need proof.
Don’t be hateful by the plateful;
I’ll show that I’m faithful,
I’m true to you. Will that do?
If not, we’re through. That’s true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem