I write my stories for my entertainment

You seduce me with your lack of obtainment

I offer to tell your tale

And you offer the Holy Grail

How can I resist such an offer

When you don’t want into my coffer

You say you will give it freely

I choke and ask really

I am a man after all

With a constant need to ball

With you, I have no doubt it would be great

But I can not take the bait

Having a wife will not allow me such pleasures

So I must decline all your treasures

The gentleman in me has come to the rescue

To set your plans askew

We make new ideas to write your story

This time without me ending in purgatory

I pen out your narrative

As if it is a categorical imperative

With each swipe of the pen

You tell me about your men

More and more come out of the woodwork

You tell me your story and form an artwork

The painting your making is so filled

I don’t know if there is a large enough canvas milled

So many words to fill the pages of the Chronicle

It almost seems ironical

Coming to a close looks so near

My heart fills with fear

Fear of doing your story justice

So glad we can keep this yarn between just us