The fest, was best while on the crest
A light; gone out with all the rest
I digress; the rest went out to the west
That dress, I guessed; they were mighty impressed
At best, I’m a pest, on the long hard quest
And yes, I detest your need to rest
And you’re nagging request to infest the nest
You’re obsessed; no need to divest the mess
You’ve regressed, and at your best
I would suggest; I wasn’t impressed
Lest you’re pressed that you are blessed
And as I guessed, you haven’t confessed
You’re repressed; I know that you risked arrest
As addressed; it was just a jest of a test