Say sorry, Cyril
When vows you violate
At your peril
With no debate to deflate
An ego that fails to forgo
Puny pride that divides
Your happiness and multiplies sadness on the go
As ego strides
Swipes gripes in pipes
Full of ashes in flashes and sashes
That demean stripes
You once held high at bashes
Thrown to honour your demeanour
The public proposed as exemplary
In all fora with an aura
Whose wisdom surpasses their vicissitude vocabulary.
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