Confession

He kissed me, and I knew 't was wrong,

For he was neither kith nor kin.

Must one do penance very long

For such a tiny little sin?

He pressed my hand, that was not right;

Why will men have such wicked ways?

It was not for a moment quite,

But in it there were days and days.

There's mischief in the moon, I know,

I'm positive I saw it wink;

When I requested him to go,

I meant it too, I think.

Yet after all, I'm not to blame,

He took the kiss. I do think men

Are born without a sense of shame.

I wonder when he'll come again?