I must have got it from my mother,
That razor tongue, so quick to slip
And missing brake, internal censor
To keep such wild thoughts from lip,
Once again sarcastic humor
Has bubbled up and let one rip
Some quirky snark that burns like fire
With stinging barb and searing tip!
Please accept this meager meter
As my remorse for caustic quip
Intending neither pain nor anger
One day, I pray, I’ll get a grip!