I can’t say all the words that you just invented

My vocabulary is too much limited

You have flair, and panache, and I feel resented

But you elocution is a bit on the nose

Forgive the play on words, Cyrano, in my prose

You’re centering the focus and you nose just rose

But to this affront I must think and now pause

I am here, humble, and ready to submit

To ask for forgiveness, so trust I am legit

You can destroy me, my image, my words

But I’m your clemency I hope to find rebirth