Delight

You were always such a good girl. It made it more delightful to me That you chose me at one time to do those bad things with! You were so nice, I mean, if not good! You were nice to your parents, To your friends and those who weren’t And even those who weren’t likely to be. Even me now that my life is lived in spite and nearly over. You’ve always been a sweet kind soul, And well-behaved and intelligent, too— And that made you not only tolerable to me, But one of the few who could tolerate me! rcs. Current draft: 5/8/2010 Created on 4/23/2010 3:15 PM