Excuse me sir for writing so much.
You see I can't help it.
The petticoat of my being showing.
I try and tuck it up, but it
tumbles down
showing the white and lace.
Writing in me comes in series.
I don•t just sneeze once and stop.
I sneeze one on top of another
in a seemingly endless way.
You have dissolved my cork
and bubbling out
comes foam
and more foam.