trouble yourself no more
roses thorns fountains mud
clouds eclipses moon sun
a tad foul everything
we err i wit to err
to look err sore
how wrong to blame you there
as i must err by erring
though i might make amends
off of carnal dallying get
that i should my own amends
did i had let them set
the worse for us if i be
so stupid to remind me

Thom Olsen