My fault again

When I said you were a pest, it was a metaphor.
I said the doctor cut  a lump off my  arm not a  chunk of my charm
I said the nurse was very kind not she was blind
I asked for a cup of tea, not  a jug for a wee.Though……
You are worse than a moth, words cannot say it.
You are a cross between a bluebottle and a wasp.Don’t breed, please.
I am innocent,you are innocent, they are innocent.So who did it?
I wanted a meringue not  the Big Bang
I feel like a prisoner in a confessional when the priest faints.Through my fault…..
I’d like to be a religious Jew like Jesus.Is it too late? Well,I’m not  man yet!