After clearing out my sedge, wish I could pledge:

Should you ask perchance
what is my opinion
I may look askance
can’t be your dominion?

Could you leave it unasked?
Be it of my own making
got set up in the past
mortified, poor pride aching

So won’t be baited yet again
aftermath just too cruel
So I’ll adamantly abstain
being again that old fool

Even when earnestly solicited
my opinion won’t be elicited