You told me tales about a luckless prince
Whose ladies fled their towers without aid,
So then I wrote you my own fables since
I thought your efforts should have been repaid.

I wrapped them in an envelope of blue
And sealed them with my name and rainbow wax,
And when you opened it you made me rue
The very thought I’d had in judgement’s lapse.

You shook your head, I turned away in shame
Because it had been you it stung my eyes.
My mind is quick but still you cannot blame
My heart for being younger, weak, unwise,

       In case I do not write for you again,
       Please think of how you broke my brittle pen.