Oh, dear Dickrider, my deepest regrets,
For the poem that caused you such fleeting frets.
How cruel of me to pen such a slight,
Mocking your loyalty, your unwavering light.
I’m so sorry for the shade I threw,
Surely your hero-worship is noble and true.
Forgive my sharp words, my sarcastic cry,
But still, sweet fool, “Choose your steed with a careful eye.”