Oh,no, here it comes again
Plaguedby that same nagging score,
Likethat fussy Fuller Brush Man
Knock-knock-knockingon my door
Likethe (ding-dong) Avon lady
Hawking,squawking evermore,
Runsaround in circles like
Arowboat sculled by just one oar.
IfI say it oft enough
Perhapsyou’ll take it to be true.
Notso sure if that reflects
Moreshamefully on me or you.
Butmany pacts and promises are
Rubber-stampedwithout a clue
Becausesome unrelenting fool
Refusedto drop the other shoe.
Intruth of truth, to close a plan and
Bringit to fruition
Requiresa resolute someone
Persistentin his mission.