I wrote this after overhearing a woman on the train telling her friend to settle, ‘You are 40,’ she said as if her friend had an awful disease. It made me very sad for the poor dear.
I vexed wrath with my bounty moving her swiftly to violence for I was excessive in my want for rapture
Plying discord with my woe, putting her to blush until she was forced to demand my tears
Ingratiating myself on fury begging of her courage to storm the castle and rescue the prince
Only pity would lend me an ear but in the end she would only encourage me to settle for the pleasant frog
I wish you all the blessing of wise friends.