An ugly thought
A thought sprang up in my mind,
I knew not of its origin,
I shoved it back, as I was kind,
Into the thoughtless prison.
I coaxed it and pestered it,
I squished it, time and again,
Oh! But it had some grit,
It sprang up from each pain!
But I was too kind to do a sin,
I subjected it to my flair,
It retreated; with its kith and kin,
I went blank, but I played fair.