All right, I've done something I shouldn't Or failed to do something I should; Though just what it was I'm uncertain, because My memory's not very good. I thought my behavior was perfect. I don't understand why you're mad, But it's evident I'm simply steeping in crime And have got myself in very bad. Did I use the wrong fork for the salad? Did I fail to pass cream for the tea? Did I yawn just a bit at your visitor's wit, Or what @3was@1 the matter with me? I'm wearing the scratchiest sackcloth, My head in the dust-bin is hid, Oh, please let me live; oh, forget and forgive, —Whatever it was that I did! I'm sorry indeed that I did it, Or didn't—whichever's the case. Though I can't recall @3what@1 I have done, or have not, I'm plunged into utter disgrace. You smile, so I know I am pardoned; My heart gives a leap and a shout. And since all is well, might I ask you to tell Just what all the fuss was about? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BOY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM AFFIRMATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON A HOUSE by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE |