Hang on, stitching together your page...
I think it’s clear by where I’ve ended up
I did not lead her on a wiser path.
My calculus of wisdom added up
to less than nothing in the aftermath.
But why, you wonder, did I have to aid?
What foolish reason landed me in jail?
While now I lie upon the bed I’ve made,
I must, reluctantly, resume my tale.
Might I here interrupt my dear pumpkins and gourds?
Let’s give Dilys a moment to think.
For his hope of life harmony’s turned to discord—
scent of rose turned to skunk cabbage stink.