"would you believe it!"

[goldenrod]

Dither me druthers!
Mind a-whirl!
The possibilities
Make my sparse hair curl!

Procrastination
Will win the day,
For I know nothing,
Of what to say!

I am left to flounder.
All at sea!
I just don't know,
What's come over me!

Smooth as silk.
Now rendered dumb!
If my contemporaries knew it,
Wouldn't they have fun!

Being asked to marry
By my secret love!
It's the kind of thing
That gob-smacks, it really does!

goldenrod.