Sorry !

The Time I had was splendid at your party I attended,
But acording to the statements of my wife,
It seems that my demeanour might have been a bit serener,
That I was, perhaps, too much the Party's Life. If its true, as she advances, that I did aesthetic dances
With your silken window hangings in my clutch—
From this form of exhibition I'm expressing my contrition;
Yes, I MAY have had a little bit too much!
If I rolled your cousin Clara in the living-room Bokhara
Just to show how Cleopatra came to Caesar
I can say, in expiation of her partial suffocation, That I must have thought the compliment would please her.

If I broke your Stiegel, later, playing prestidigitator,
And I shattered several vases at a touch, It would foster the suspicion of a probable condition
That I MIGHT have been a little bit too much!

I believe the little woman to be speaking with acumen
When she says I got a little on her nerves
As I started in to showing how Jim Londos does his throwing
(Is it true you had to summon the reserves?)
It appears that I was straining to be blithely entertaining
With perhaps too great agility for such.

If its true that I was swinging on your chandelier and singing,
Or that formal guests were grumling at my ground and lofty tumbling,
Or I caused a general riot till the coppers clubbed me quiet—
Well, I trust you won't refuse me when I ask you to excuse me.
For I MAY have been a little bit too much!