My dear, thou canst be at all like they say,
Of twists and turns say them, say I "Course not".
So easy this should be, so not today
I write, but tomorrow, with none a thought
At all this day. What harm can thou have wrought?
Too quick to judge has lured me thus in
Thinking that I can control thou. Know nought
I of just how thou can torture me within!
No apprentice should suffer such a sin
From the masters of which have created thou thus.
As thy slave, I am at mercy of work, in
With fearsome dates which are by no means just.
Thou seem harmless with such a modest force,
But forget thou once and there's no remorse.