Miss Embarrassment decided to give her love to me.
Miss Embarrassment! Don’t give your love to me,
Miss Embarrassment spoke right out in the crowd.
I was embarrassed. She was loud.
Miss Embarrassment, Miss Embarrassment,
what are you saying to me?
Do you need to say these things?
In my own poetry?
I refuse to print what you say.
The world will never know the embarrassment of this—
O the embarrassment of this!
There’s one thing good people do:
They avoid embarrassment. That’s it.
I’m afraid I can’t do anything for you.
Miss Embarrassment, Miss Embarrassment,
what did I do? What did I do?
Miss Embarrassment, Miss Embarrassment,
I hope this ridiculous poem is embarrassing you.
It is the one thing which saves me from embarrassment—
you’re embarrassed by some things, too.
Miss Embarrassment, I’m embarrassed—
Do you know what? I loved you.
My discipline is remarkable. I didn’t love
anyone who loved me. You were the only one
who pretended to love me, but did not.
You took advantage of me—
but embarrassment got to you, Miss Embarrassment. Eventually.