I’d like to come and cheer you up with a special song or ditty.
I’d like to write a comic treatsie to show you I’m quite witty.
I’d like to write a story that only QuillDancer could pen,
Or I’d like to write a lovely poem and all your affections win.
I’d like to do whatever it takes to keep you in this spot,
But this nonsense poem, I’m sorry to say, is really all I’ve got.
For those of you who’ve waited all night for this pathetic verse:
Now aren’t you sorry that you thought my silence was a curse?