MY CHAPERONE AND ME

In this poem the speaker rebukes another person for their bad conduct.

Concerning HRM:

We don’t seem to talk more anymore

Nor in concert, spend the time leisurely

Very much unlike we used to;

For we have none for all these

Nor do we have the nerve at that:

Whilst in lieu

Even with the aversion amidst us

All we do for now is chide, and chide

We chide not because we resent you

But for you wander away from civil compulsions:

Strolling away like you do always; aimlessly,

Fancying, toying with all your naive nerves

And settle for all that which is empty

We chide you further for all our fixes

Of which you always seek out and

long to take advantage of; scorning us

As if to say to slip-up isn’t next only to piousness

And all that which knows no morals; spiritless

We chide you also for the lumber in your eye

While you oft make mention of the speck in ours

And chastise us as if my chaperone and me

were merely low-priced nuggets 

It is for all these vices of you that

My chaperone and me will always chide you.