While I hate being awkaard, if you’ll pardon me,
I have a confession–I don’t mind gaucherie.
Ignore my indifference, friend; kindly say
That I’m not really bored, I am only blasé.
If when dinner is served, I too quickly respond,
And you’re really discerning, I am a gourmand.
Should a major success ever dog my steps (ha!)
Say of me then I have pulled an éclat.
And should I seem kittenish, carrying on,
Don’t condemn me too quickly–I’m full of élan.
You may call me a square, a no-good, or a moron,
So you dog it up fancy by making it foron!
by Ray Romine Sunday, February 14, 1954
