How many errors can one person make? Enough, it seems, to fill a poetry book (And poetry is also a mistake). Oh gentle reader, open it and look; A gallery of girls Cat used to be, Expressing plainly, though in janky verse, Their hope, confusion and insouciancy; Embarrassments all giving way to worse; Stories of hiking, or plastic surgery Or office jobs, or of this frightful dress She wore when she was twenty; Sympathy And ridicule and even ruthlessness Towards her past. What does she have to lose, As long as you find something you can use?
How many errors can one person make? Enough, it seems, to fill a poetry book (And poetry is also a mistake). Oh gentle reader, open it and look; A gallery of girls Cat used to be, Expressing plainly, though in janky verse, Their hope, confusion and insouciancy; Embarrassments all giving way to worse; Stories of hiking, or plastic surgery Or office jobs, or of this frightful dress She wore when she was twenty; Sympathy And ridicule and even ruthlessness Towards her past. What does she have to lose, As long as you find something you can use?
