I am sorry for writing a poem
And for giving you pleasure at home
I really regret
That you weren’t upset.
And sorry for not stealing your comb.
I’m sorry my IQ is too high
And if it’s lower than yours I’ll cry
I can’t change it now
But I’m finding out how
I’m reading the Sun.Hi de Hi!
And if it is low I regret
My stupidity at placing a bet
I gambol you see
Whilst a nice man snaps me.
The odds are all even when wet.
As to if I am mediocre at best
I am sorry that I am a pest.
But I want to be mean
Statistically seen.
So sorry I’m too kind to your guests.
How my heart sings 