I am sorry. I should
Have known better.
People were really not
Nice to Your mum, locally.
I only picked a rose from
The garden on the way past
And I got a torrent of abuse.
From your mum though.
It was just me being absent minded.
But my parent2s and pals
Called your mum a hard faced witch,
Who was plain evil.
So she started a war
Over one rose. And
I didn't mean any harm
Or didn't realise it was stealing.
It was one rose.
So things ended up worse.
I was young. But it's
Not a huge town. And your mum
Was nasty to me, many times.
The rose was the excuse.

But it doesn't matter
What little Angus said, I should
Not have pulled your joggers down a nip.
It wasn't in a wide open space
Or view of many.
On a climbing frame.
Only part of the backside
Was the result.
The pants only.
Was the rash plan.
Not even the backside.
Never the front.
Not that private.
What I did was bad enough.
I deserved a rollicking.
And I would have apologised.
It started over one rose.
The police should have
Spoken to Angus' mum
To leave me be,
At the very start.
I Was a smart girl and
I would say sorry even
If it was just a rose.
Can I suggest she was
Envious? I was top of my class.

When I went past your car
With mum and a pal
They would sing a derogatory song.
Nobody was sympathetic
Towards my father and
His health issues either.
So I really should have
Been friendly towards Angus.
From the outside looking in
I used to wonder why his mum
Seemed so full of vitriol.

I was sorry back then,
For upsetting Angus at the time.
I am even more sorry now.
It wasn't an easy neighbourhood
To grow up in. For any of us.
Sometimes wanting to do
The right thing, isn't enough.
If you don't have the tools
To deal with your emotions
Then stupid mistakes happen.
Im really sorry Angus.