Promise made; promise broken
A friend left in the lurch
A, really and truly, thoughtless act
A shining display of lack of tact
Did never, at any point, on your back
Your conscience's visage perch?
Is there any regret?
Is there any remorse?
What a great fortune that in the end
Our abandoned victim made a friend
And at her place a night did spend
But no, she's not mad, of course.
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