Sometimes remarks are hard to trust
They come sincerely and then fade
They’re tangible but turn to dust
No matter the great effort made
I live for reports and statements
But I know that they may wither
They come and go like temp’raments
This mem’ry causing me to dither
I wonder if this odd essay
Will ever give me rest and qui’t
A comma or point perhaps may
Bring to a close my woeful plight
Soon after such a slighty pause
It simply must continue on
‘Till all is said; eachy weighty clause
Is brought to your fixed attention
So I coclude, my dearest friend
That words may bring uncertainty
Never fear; this be not the end
For words, too, bring assurety
