May I review your book I asked
In frail anticipation, maybe
You would say Okay.
And so we met and so I learned
You write so so much more than I
And so much better too.
Will you review my book I asked
Then fast deleted what I’d typed
In frail anticipation you’d not like
My book, for truly why should you.
Then you said yes
I thank you
From the frailly beating bottom of my heart.