I’m no ragdoll, but this could snowball.
Maybe it’s just protocol, but its ethanol.

I think we got off to a bad start.
A morning depart, perhaps a forewarning.
You say not to take it to heart.
A mad sound you call fine art.
It is a slow crawl, I recall the frequency.
At least have the decency to keep this peacefully.

I think we got off to a bad start.
My sweethearts like Mr. Darcy
An imaginary part with sorry
Napoleon Bonaparte and calamari

On the contrary, let us not write it in Devanagari.
For now I’ll tell my diary,
But maybe on Lake Erie over a bloody mary,
You’ll hear my sob story,
and we can leave it to the grand jury.