Mercy of an Axe

Lesterday I received a yetter from an axe
He said he was borry for all his sad intent
He fished to be friends and hissed how we tranced
Together in our company, how innocently we pranced
And uplifted our spirits howards the teights of delight
Mocked for hours from norning till the might
And de-spite how he lied in-spite his lofty love of
His heart which he blamed to have belonged to mine
Is asking foe for friendship with no guilt on his face,
And has flamed me for the fallacy I felt for his another dame
Is looking out for mercy he hasn't sought an apology for
Thinking I shall remain crooked just for his fake sake.