Then to love he came

My friend misread my posts between the lines
So he accused me of a dreadful crime
He said he was from the top echelon
As  far as I could see, he was far gone

He told me off for  moaning at his words
In which just four rude letters  did appear
It seemed I must be chaste  enough for two
While  he would carry on as such men do

My face must always smile and never frown
I must  obtain some silken dressing gowns
I  should  take rather risque photographs
On hearing this, my  tortoiseshell  cat laughed

It seems I did not fit inside his frame
He cut my head off, then to love he came